To the Moon of My Life: A Soulful Letter on Mother’s Day

By Dr. Neeti Kaushik

What do you call someone who loved you before you ever spoke your first word, who held your hand before you took your first step, who cheered for you even before the world knew your name?

You call her Mother.
The Moon of your life.

And while the world chooses one day in May to celebrate her—I believe every single day is Mother’s Day.

Because her love is not seasonal.
Her sacrifices don’t come with an expiry date.
Her blessings don’t stop after you’ve grown up.
They travel with you—quietly, invisibly, eternally.

“God could not be everywhere, so He created mothers.”
— Rudyard Kipling

Today, as the world celebrates Mother’s Day, I find myself asking:
Why just one day?
Why not every day?
After all, she never loved you only once a year.
She loved you every moment, every breath, every lifetime.

This is not just an article.
It’s a love letter, a remembrance, a celebration of my mother—and every mother who has lit someone’s path simply by being there.

The Love That Shaped Me

People often ask me, “Dr. Neeti, where did you learn to speak with such conviction? To give so much? To carry people with your words?”

The answer is simple:
I learned by watching my mother.

Growing up, I was always a dreamer.
My father, a man of discipline and determination, was like the Sun—bright, intense, and constantly pushing me to shine brighter.
But my mother…
She was the Moon.
Soft. Constant. Glowing gently through my darkest nights.

Where Papa was about success and milestones, Maa was about meaning and mindfulness.
She taught me something my degrees never could—
That true success is when your heart remains soft, and your hands are always willing to serve.

She never told me how to live.
She lived—and let me watch.
That’s how I learned compassion, generosity, and the purest form of love: selflessness.

She would say, “Help not because someone is watching. Help because someone is hurting.”
Those words stayed.
They became the foundation of who I am today.

The Journey She Walked With Me—Every Step of the Way

When I took the biggest decision of my life—to leave behind a decades-long career in education and step into the unknown world of digital content—she didn’t flinch.

While others questioned me…
While some mocked my “late start”…
She stood tall, with sparkling eyes, saying:
“Tu kuch bhi kare, main teri sabse badi fan hoon.”
(“Whatever you do, I’ll always be your biggest fan.”)

She watched every video I uploaded.
She called me after every post.
She would say things like:
“Aaj jo tumne kaha, woh dil se nikla. Sabko zaroor sunna chahiye.”

Do you know what it feels like when your dreams are uncertain, but someone believes in them like they are already reality?
That’s what mothers do.
They don’t wait for you to succeed—they start celebrating the moment you try.

She Didn’t Just Love—She Lived Love

In a world obsessed with fame, followers, and filters, she lived a quiet, dignified life.
She gave without posting.
She served without recognition.
She prayed for me without asking for credit.

She once said,
“Beta, dua mein woh taqat hoti hai, jo duniya ke kissi bhi platform pe nahi milti.”(“My child, prayers carry a power no platform in this world can offer.”)

And now, every time I sit down to record a new course, to write a new journal, or to plan a workshop—I feel her.
In my thoughts.
In my rhythm.
In my silence.

When She Left, She Took a Part of Me…

She recently left this earthly realm, but left me fuller than ever.
Full of her wisdom.
Full of her faith.
Full of her love.

I still find her everywhere.
In the scent of moong dal laddu.
In the silence before I record a video.
In the smiles of strangers who say, “Your words heal.”
Because her love flows through mine.

“The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.” – James E. Faust

My mother never asked for recognition.
She never demanded applause.
But she deserved the standing ovation of a lifetime.
And this article—this letter—is just one small way of saying thank you.

She Taught Me: Service Is the Highest Form of Spirituality

We often talk about spiritual awakening and conscious living—but for my mother, it was simple:

“Do good. Be good. And always have space at your dining table for one more.”

Her version of spirituality was rooted in action.
In kindness without calculation.
In love without fear.
She didn’t need a temple to pray—her entire life was a prayer.

And unknowingly, she taught me that when we serve others, we heal ourselves.

A Small Request From Me to You…

If you’re reading this today, I want to ask you to do three things:

1. Write a Letter to Your Mother

Whether she’s beside you, far from you, or watching you from the stars…
Write her a letter.
Pour your heart into it.
Tell her how much she means to you.
Tell her the words you’ve held back.
Start with:

“Maa, you are the moon of my life. The light that never fades…”

Keep it close. Frame it if you must. Or read it aloud to the sky.

2. Go Hug Her (If You Can)

Right now.
Don’t wait for a better time.
There’s no better time.
Look into her eyes and tell her:

“You are the reason I believe in love without limits.”
“You are the warmth I’ll always carry.”
“You are my Moon, my Maa.”

3. Celebrate Her Every Day

Make every day Mother’s Day.

Send her flowers randomly.

Cook her favourite meal. If she’s with you, sit beside her, feed her with your own hands, and listen to her stories you’ve heard a hundred times before.
And if she is no longer physically with you, make that dish in her memory. Let the aroma bring back her essence. As you stir the pot, stir in gratitude.
Then, take that meal—and feed someone in need.
Feed a child. Feed an elder. Feed a stranger.
Let her love continue to nourish the world through you.

And if you’re looking for a meaningful gift, consider our handcrafted Mother’s Day kit—a blend of love, healing, and spiritual energy. It includes a Heart Chakra Soap, a 7 Chakra Bookmark, and a Vaijanti Mala, inspired by my own mother who introduced me to its divine energy. This set is a perfect way to honor the divine feminine in your life.

Take a walk with her.
Call her just to listen.
Not because it’s a duty.
But because it’s a blessing.

And Finally…

Motherhood isn’t about perfection.
It’s about presence.
It’s about creating a space where someone always belongs.

And today, I honour every woman who has been that space for someone.

To my mother—thank you for being the anchor of my soul and the wind beneath my dreams.
To every mother—thank you for doing the hardest job in the world with so much grace.
To you, dear reader—never underestimate the power of your mother’s love. It is the first magic you ever knew.

Because no matter how far you go, how high you rise, or how successful you become—
you’ll always be the child she prayed for.
The one she watched sleep.
The one she silently shaped into a giver, a lover, a believer.

And if you ask me—
I am who I am today…
Not because I had a great teacher, a great coach, or a great career—
But because I had a great mother.

“Your mother is your first home. She is the womb, the ocean, the sky you first looked at. Her love shaped your soul long before you had a name.”
— Dr. Neeti Kaushik

Happy Mother’s Day—Today, Tomorrow, and Forever.
With deepest love,
Dr. Neeti Kaushik