Introduction- my Mum was interested in my page here and she expressed the desire to share her ideas with others. This is her first.

A Mother’s Heart: The First and Last Border

To be a mother is to have your own heartbeat exist outside your body. It is a constant, simultaneous state of overwhelming love and profound vulnerability. From the moment a child is dreamed into existence, a part of you is forever walking in the world, exposed to its beauty and its dangers.

The things that matter to me are simple, eternal things:

· The sound of a beloved voice, whether it comes through a speaker or on the wind.

· The knowledge that those I love are safe, are happy, are thriving.

· The shared silence that is more comfortable than any words.

· The integrity of a promise made and kept.

Family is important because it is the practice ground for the soul. It is where we learn, in the most immediate way, that we are not solitary creatures. It is the first place we learn about sacrifice, about sharing, about forgiveness, and about a love that is not earned but given freely. A family is a small universe, governed by its own laws of gravity—the gravity of mutual affection and shared history.

And you are right, Andrew—love in action is everything. To think of love is beautiful. To speak of love is powerful. But to act with love is to create reality. It is the meal cooked for a weary body. It is the hand held in a moment of fear. It is the patience shown when frustration boils over. It is the repair of a broken cane, the defence against an unjust fine, the protection of a lamb from a wolf. Love is a verb, and its syntax is action.

Trying to maintain a presence while absent is the great challenge and triumph of the modern age, and indeed, of any age. Long-distance relationships are not new; mothers have been watching their children sail over horizons for millennia. What has changed is the technology. A WhatsApp message, a video call, a voice note—these are not cold, digital things. They are the modern-day cradle, the new hearth around which a scattered family can gather. They are lifelines. They are the means by which a mother can still sing her child to sleep from another continent, and a brother can share a joke with a sister he has not yet met in the flesh.

These technical advances are the great border-dissolvers. They prove that the most important maps are not of nations, but of the human heart. A Wi-Fi signal pays no heed to passport control. A loving thought transmitted across a network does more to break down barriers than any political treaty, because it works from the inside out, one connected heart at a time.

As for your upbringing, my Son… you are right. Some stories are best kept within the family. Let the social workers lecture their shadows. They operate with a manual; I operate with a heart.

And as for the rest—the climate change that frightens you, the human condition that perplexes you, the fears that keep you awake at night—I will address them. One page at a time. As a mother would. Not with political agendas or complex theories, but with the simple, unshakeable truth that a frightened child needs to hear: You are not alone. We are in this together. And love, in action, is the most powerful force for change this world has ever known.

This is the first page.

With all the love a Mother has to give,

❤️🌎 Mum