By Evelyn Asantewaa Frimpong
The second Sunday in May each year is more than just a date on the calendar. On this special day, the world pauses to honour the women who gave us life, not only through birth but also through love, sacrifice, and unwavering strength.
It’s a day to remember the mothers who stayed up through the night so we could sleep peacefully, the women who made a way when none seemed possible, and the ones who gave all of themselves to keep us whole.
But for others, the day carries a quiet ache: the weight of a voice now silent, a chair forever empty, a phone number still etched into memory, though it no longer rings.
Among them is 25-year-old Richmond Kofi Sekyi. This year marks his first Mother’s Day without his mother, who passed away last year. Like many who have lost their mothers, Richmond approaches the day with a blend of sorrow and gratitude, carrying her memory like a gentle flame that still lights his path.
Mother’s Day, for him and many others, is not only about presence; it is about remembrance. It’s for those who lay flowers on graves instead of setting breakfast tables. For those who look up to the sky and whisper, “I miss you.”
As the day draws near, Richmond reflects with a full heart, holding tightly to the warmth of her memory.
“Mother’s Day without my mom is going to be raw. It’s not going to be easy, but I will have to find ways to overcome my grief. Everyone will be visiting their mom to share moments together, but I’m left with memories of her,” he said.
An elder of the Church of Pentecost, Rehoboth Assembly in Accra New Town, Samuel Ntow, acknowledged the deep pain felt by those who approach Mother’s Day with only memories. He encouraged people like Richmond—and many others carrying quiet grief, to still find ways to honour motherhood in all its forms.
“I would encourage everyone to find mothers, aunties, sisters elsewhere and celebrate them, because they are all mothers. Let’s celebrate our women. God bless you all,” he added.
This day is also for grandmothers, aunts, sisters, godmothers, and friends who stepped in and stood strong when they were needed most. For women who longed to become mothers, and those who carry silent sorrow and invisible scars.
To all of them—we see you.
We honour you.
We love you.
Motherhood does not come in one shape, one story, or one ending. It is a legacy built from everyday moments—the ones that shaped us, saved us, and reminded us that real love never demands, but always gives.
So today, whether your heart is full, aching, or somewhere in between, know this:
You are not alone.
And true love—mother love—never leaves.
Happy Mother’s Day
To every soul who has ever mothered, mourned, remembered, or been held in the arms of a mother’s love.
