Mother’s Touch

Mother’s Touch

The other day, I tried making a dish following Mom’s recipe. Same ingredients. Same steps. It looked right, smelled right—but the taste just wasn’t there.

So I asked her to fix it.

Within seconds, using the very same ingredients, she stirred it once, adjusted something and handed it back. It turned out perfect!

I asked what she did.

She smiled and said, “Do you know what this is called?”

I named the dish.

She laughed. “No. It’s called mother’s touch.”

It was a playful banter, but it stayed with me.

There are some things only mothers can fix—a dish, a misplaced item, a messy room, even a heavy heart. They don’t just adjust ingredients; they sense what’s missing.

Maybe that’s what mother’s touch really is—experience, instinct, love, and quiet care.

They are the rock when life feels shaky, the water when we need softness, and the land beneath when we forget where we stand.

Some flavors cannot be replicated. Some comforts cannot be explained. Some fixes cannot be taught. They can only be felt.

And sometimes, all it takes is one gentle stir, one quiet presence, one subtle adjustment to remind us that some things in life like a mother’s touch – are unmatched and simply irreplaceable.

-Mansi