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As Mother’s Day approaches, I’m reminded—
belonging was never meant to come at the cost of being authentic.

Time spent recently with my mom, miles away, has stayed with me.

In her presence, something subtle happens—
the usual social performance falls away.
There is nothing to manage, nothing to project. Just being.

Now that I’m far again, I keep her bangle close—
a small object, but like many such objects, it carries more than its weight in memory.

I think of her life as a steady choreography of care.

Freshly cooked meals.
Early mornings and late nights—repeated over years.
She held together family, expectations, responsibilities—
for children, in-laws, community… just everyone.

And somewhere in that system of constant giving,
her own desires, her own voice were deferred—
not erased, but postponed, like a signal waiting for the noise to quiet.

Her authenticity didn’t vanish.
It reappeared in other forms—
in silences, in moments of resistance, in things unsaid but felt.

Now, in her 80s, it is more visible.

Her voice.
Her opinions.
A way of being that is at once gentle and unmistakably firm—
sometimes playfully defiant.

I find myself telling these stories to my son.

Because history shapes perspective.

So he learns—
to listen more deeply,
to walk alongside women as equal partners,
to question what he’s been taught about who leads and who adjusts,
to create space where authenticity doesn’t have to be negotiated.

This Mother’s Day, I’m reminded—
authenticity shouldn’t have to wait a lifetime.

We’ll travel miles for a great view—
mountains, oceans, rivers, stars…
and still miss what’s right in front of us.

Over the past few months of travel, I was reminded how easy that is.

Somewhere between flights and family time,
I began paying attention to smaller things—
my own patterns, my presence with people, the quality of attention I was bringing.

Nothing dramatic. Just… noticing.

And then, a moment that brought this into sharp focus.

Here’s my mom and me. (Mom in a pensive mood, probably anticipating my soon return to Canada...)
In between her moments of memory lapses and mixed-up stories,
we held hands. She smiled as I applied moisturizer on her hands and arms—lingering in that simple act of care.

There were tears in her eyes. She said softly,
“I’ll miss you when you’re miles away in Canada.”

It stayed with me.
Even now, I can hear her voice—feel that moment.
The memory returns quietly, with warmth.

And it made me think.

In organizations, we often move at pace—
choosing speed over presence, answers over attention.

But in complex systems, attention is not neutral.
It shapes what emerges.

Misalignment is rarely just a communication problem—
it’s an attention problem.

And we are not outside these systems—we are part of them.

Try this in your next conversation:
pause and ask—
what am I reinforcing in this system right now?

In a world that keeps pulling us outward and forward,
clarity often shows up differently—
in presence, in stillness, in returning to ourselves.

Because the most influential system we shape
is the one we bring into every room.

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