A gentle, honest reflection on motherhood, expectations, and the quiet, unspoken things that truly matter.
by Savvy B – Mom to Jeehan
Let’s be completely honest for a moment—between us, heart-to-heart.
When Mother’s Day rolls around, we are flooded with images of breakfast in bed, handmade cards with slightly misspelled words, and perfectly wrapped boxes tied with pretty ribbons. But as the world tells us how to celebrate, I often find myself asking the question: What is it that a mother truly wants?
If we are being real, most of us moms are the ultimate providers—the planners, the fixers, the silent CEOs of the household who make sure everyone else’s world is running smoothly. By the time we reach a certain point in life, we are usually fairly dispassionate about standard-issue gifts. Unless, of course, the gift is as wild as our imagination can stretch—keys to a brand-new car, a dreamy international holiday, a holiday home tucked away in the hills, the gorgeous jewellery we’ve been eyeing.
…I would graciously accept. No arguments there. Let’s not pretend otherwise.
But here’s where things get interesting.
Somewhere along the way—between building a career, navigating life, and raising a child—the definition of “what I want” quietly, almost invisibly… changes.
The big, shiny things? Still lovely. But they don’t quite land the way they used to.
As a working woman who has carved her own path, travelled the globe, and collected a few pretty luxuries along the way, the calculus changes. My son is at that age where he’s becoming his own person—forming opinions, building a world that is slowly expanding beyond me.
And somewhere along the way, I’ve realised something important: I don’t actually want the grand gestures. Not from him. Not at this stage of his life.
Because what I—and I suspect most mothers across generations truly crave—is far more intangible, and far more profound. It’s the feeling of being seen. Of being acknowledged—not just for what we do, but for who we are.
Psychologists often speak about “emotional validation”—that quiet, powerful human need to feel recognised and valued. For mothers, that doesn’t come wrapped in ribbons. It shows up in the smallest, almost invisible ways: a conversation that isn’t rushed, a “How was your day?” that actually waits for an answer, a moment where he looks up from his world… and meets me in mine.
It’s in the respect, the softness in tone, the occasional, unexpected hug that lingers just a second longer than usual. Those are the things that make a mother’s heart go… hmmmmm.
Not the price tag. Not the packaging. Not even the occasion.
Just the quiet reassurance that in a life where we’ve given so much of ourselves away, we are still held, still valued, still a little bit special.
So this Mother’s Day, I’m simply leaving the door open—for a moment, a gesture, a sign… that somewhere in his ever-growing world, there is still a space reserved for me.
And that, truly, would mean everything.
With all my love,
Mom
(And yes, #JeehanBajaj… you don’t need to buy anything. Truly. But for those who still want a little help expressing all that love—we might just have a few thoughtful ideas coming up in the next few blogs. Just saying 😉)
