President Alar Karis’ Mother’s Day speech at the Türi cultural center
Dear Estonian mothers, good people of the Turkic region!
The beginning of our life’s journey is supported by mother’s soft hands and affectionate lap. It is from the mother that we get the first sips of growth. At the same time, we tend to be very demanding, because our unwavering drive for development is growing selfish momentum. We don’t ask regarding day or night in the beginning. Otherwise we demand. We don’t have words or a mother tongue yet. We just raise our voices.
The eyes of a human child are like two glistening lakes. Only our mothers know their most mysterious depths. At the same time, these lakes push the water over the edge – tears are probably one of the first human rights of every new world citizen. But smiles are not forbidden either. And already at the very beginning of life, we learn the fine art of balancing our rights and responsibilities. We demand and devise a single story. And mothers give all they have to give. So that we can grow without worry. And secretly learn what is cold or hot, good or bad, right or wrong.
Yes, this world is so small in the beginning. Only hands and spit. But at some point it will not be enough. We still want a much, much bigger world in the end. At first timidly stretching the head and finally squatting and stepping on two legs. Until one moment we realize that talking is also like walking. Even the first words have to be straight in order to be understood. Mothers help. Little by little, meanings and letters come. Finally, the entire Gutenberg galaxy in its beauty, so that we can manage in family, community, society.
Now, as we immerse ourselves more and more in a world that is said to be digital and virtual, we pamper ourselves with the idea that time and the world have no boundaries. There is no need for them. We exchange human relationships for signals and run away from others. It’s a bit like Türi-kandi singer Jaan Pehk has told, that all worries and joys and everything I can feel are scattered.
In virtual spirits, everything seems to dissolve. Also mother-child relationships. But there can be no virtual motherhood and no digitized mothers. Life is not an algorithm – that is the humanity and authenticity of life. So let’s not close our minds. Let us all be alive for our mothers. Now and every day.
In fact, every mother is like a president in our country of hopes and disappointments. After all, nothing can take away the dignified title of mother, no matter how complicated or even tragic the twists and turns of life and children are.
You cannot organize a country competition regarding motherhood. Because no one can appreciate all the nuances of motherhood. Each journey is as unique as a rainbow. A single mother is also brave for the child’s father. When there is mental or physical violence in the family, the mother is usually the main lightning rod who takes all the blows so that the child is still kept.
We can and must talk regarding the emergence of man. Of course, we can close our ears when it is once once more dispassionately said that the birth rate of Estonians has fallen to the lowest level of all time. We have to admit that motherhood can remain somewhere in the shadow of desires and fears. The future looks uncertain. Opportunities for self-fulfillment can crumble to dust. And in many cases, the child is rather becoming a problem in a woman’s career. No one says it, but the feeling is in the air. Where can we find the right feelings to feel comfortable enough in our country. So that the future has the color of hope, which is not dimmed by the stories of those looking for a budget balance regarding the possible reduction of family allowances or mother’s salary.
Becoming a mother is not to be pushed or pushed. Yes, we haven’t been tight with the mother’s salary. But have we been able to do the same in the development of kindergartens, the school network, interest education and general confidence in all of Estonia?
We can be extremely happy that there are those who do not give up and finally two beating hearts can be seen on the screen of the ultrasound machine. The baton of life has been passed. However, the question remains whether a brother or sister or both would be able to stand next to one child.
Years later, we look into the depths of our mothers’ eyes to ask how they are doing. We look for familiar landscapes and well-trodden paths from their eyes. But no amount of gratitude can measure what mothers have given us. And the same happens with our children.
We still owe the future.
Happy Mother’s Day!
2024-05-12 11:27:12
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