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𝐵𝑦 𝑅𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐸. 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑂𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝐼

𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑂𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟

𝐷𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛

March has always been a bittersweet month for me. It marks my birth, yet it also brings a deep sense of longing. As the world celebrates National Women’s Month, I often find myself dwelling on what I never had: a mother’s love. Unlike most, I did not grow up with gentle lullabies, warm embraces, or words of comfort from the woman who gave me life. My mother was gone before I could even understand what it meant to have one. But while life took away that singular love, it gave me many others in return—women who stood in the gaps, nurtured, guided, and proved that motherhood is not just about biology but about the heart.

For many, Women’s Month is a celebration of mothers, sisters, and daughters. It is a time to recognize their contributions, struggles, and resilience. But for those of us who never had a mother’s presence, it is also a reminder of the void we carry. I spent years asking myself what I missed: the gentle scolding after scraping my knee, the soothing whispers on sleepless nights, the proud tears upon my first achievement. Society often equates love with maternal affection, but I learned that love is far more expansive than a single role—it is the sum of many acts of kindness, guidance, and protection.

The world has not deprived me of love. Instead, it has blessed me with the presence of strong, compassionate women who have shaped my journey. My elementary, high school, and college teachers who believed in my potential when I doubted myself. The neighbors who shared meals when I had none. The guardians who fought for my education despite financial hardships. My older friends and relatives who treated me like their own child. These women have been my silent pillars, the unsung heroines of my life.

And this is what National Women’s Month should truly be about—not just the mothers we are born to, but the women who mother in ways that go beyond expectation or obligation. This celebration is a call to recognize all women who, in their own ways, nurture, protect, and empower. It is a movement that transcends personal experiences, reaching into the very fabric of society where women continue to fight battles that should have long been won.

From the domestic worker who endures long hours to provide for her children, to the female leaders breaking barriers in governance, law, and business, to the activists fighting for gender equality—this month belongs to them. It belongs to the women who refuse to be silenced, who stand for others when the world refuses to, who embody strength not just in their victories but in their struggles.

To us, National Women’s Month should not just be about celebration; it should be about recognition and action. Women still face discrimination in the workplace, gender-based violence remains a reality, and many are denied education and basic rights. If we are to truly honor women, we must advocate for their safety, equality, and empowerment. Policies must shift, cultures must change, and men—yes, men—must become allies in this fight.

As someone who grew up without a mother, I have learned that the greatest love does not always come from where we expect it. Love can be found in the smallest gestures of kindness, in the strongest acts of courage, and in the unwavering support of women who see beyond their own struggles. This month, I stand not in mourning for what I lost but in gratitude for what I gained—a family of women who chose to love, not because they had to, but because they believed I was worthy.

To the women who have been more than mothers, more than caregivers, more than society’s silent workforce—you are seen, you are valued, and you are celebrated. This is your month, and this is your moment. Thank you for proving that love is not limited by blood but expanded by the strength of the heart.