04/02/2026
Today, I looked down at my hand and for a moment, it didnât feel like mine.
I saw my mumâs hand.
Thinner skin. Older. Time written into it. It stopped me cold. Not with fear, but with truth. Time doesnât pause. It doesnât negotiate. It just keeps going.
And somewhere in that moment, I realised this thought probably started last night.
My son told me I needed to stress less. To not sweat the small stuff. And it landed differently⊠because this wasnât me giving advice to my child. This was my adult son gently giving it to me đ«¶đ» A quiet role reversal I wasnât quite ready for, but clearly needed.
I thought about my mum today. How much I miss her. How I wish she was here, seeing these moments, this life, this passing of time. Some reminders shout. Some whisper. Today, it was my hand⊠and my sonâs words.
And maybe itâs no coincidence that today is World Cancer Day.
A day that reminds us just how fragile time can be, how suddenly life can change, and how deeply loss shapes us. Itâs a reminder to honour those weâve lost, stand beside those still fighting, and to truly live while we can.
So hereâs the reminder â to myself, and maybe to you too:
Lighten up. Live well. Eat well. Move your body. Stress less. Love more. Laugh whenever you can. Make the most of each day while your hands are still telling your story.
Because time is ticking- and itâs a gift đ