Letters to Mothers

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A collection of 86 real-life messages of love—a tribute from TP employees across 22 countries to the women who shape our lives and inspire generations to come. mothers Letters to

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The people behind the letters

INTRODUCTION........................................................................................ 10

1 . SOURCE OF INSPIRATION.................................................................... 12 Aaliyah Van Beulen – South Africa...........................................................14 Abraham Sigala – USA...............................................................................15 Anna Shepturova – Ukraine......................................................................17 Anubha Khandelwal – India......................................................................18 Bernabe Sumayop III – Philippines.........................................................19 Binnur Demirel – Turkey............................................................................21 Christine Marie L. Ramos – Philippines..................................................23 Cristian Alin Serban – Romania................................................................25 Crystal Rucker – USA..................................................................................26 Eduardo Enrique Sosa Zapata – Colombia............................................28 Jaime Andrés Fajardo Narváez – Colombia...........................................29 Jasmin Nicole M. Ducha – Philippines.....................................................30 Jason Smith – USA.......................................................................................32 Jocelyn Arndt – USA....................................................................................34 Juan David Palacio Gutierrez – Colombia..............................................36 Keith Richards Stuart Castillo Escobedo – Peru...................................37 Kelin Mock – USA........................................................................................38 Kerly Deluquez – Colombia.......................................................................40 Liz Bohorquez Gaita – Colombia.............................................................41 Lou McNab – Spain.....................................................................................43 Lourdes Bencomo – Colombia.................................................................45 Macarena I. Mateos Chatin – Spain........................................................46 Madhvi Raghoebir – Suriname................................................................47 Mamta Rodrigues – USA...........................................................................49

Manesha Leo – Guyana.............................................................................50 Manuel Toro – Colombia...........................................................................51 Maraiah Desiree B. Duazo – Philippines................................................53 Mariana de Los Angeles Altamirano Portugal – Peru.........................55 Mazera Kahathu Ameerkhan – India......................................................56 Miranda Collard – USA...............................................................................58 Natalia Saldarriaga – Colombia................................................................59 Nathaly Robayo – Colombia......................................................................60 Patrick Nicolas Cifuentes Vallen – Colombia.........................................61 Payal Bahl – India........................................................................................62 Renato Belahonia Talledo – Peru.............................................................63 Ruben Panopio – Philippines....................................................................64 Rupam Bindra – India................................................................................66 Sharon Alwyn Sequeira – India................................................................69 Shiela A. Gayorgor – Philippines..............................................................71 Shikha Agarwal – India...............................................................................74 Susana Maria Gonçalves – Portugal.......................................................76 Valentina Vanegas Mendez – Colombia.................................................77 Veronica Bedoya – Colombia....................................................................78 Victorine Apondi – Kenya..........................................................................79 William Odede – Kenya..............................................................................81 Yenyfer Leyton – Colombia.......................................................................82 Zintle Mgidlana – South Africa.................................................................83 2 . EXAMPLE OF RESILIENCE.................................................................... 84 Aleidy Josefina Bravo Vargas – Colombia...............................................86 Andrea Nataly Pita Medina – Peru..........................................................87 Anya Beatrice Mendoza – Philippines....................................................88 Cherise Isaacs – South Africa...................................................................90 Damandeep Kaur – India..........................................................................92 Diana Milena Alfonso Cárdenas – Colombia.........................................94 Hope Wesley Wagers – USA.....................................................................95 Jonna Mae Acabado – Philippines...........................................................97 Junnie Fong – Malaysia..............................................................................98

Lara Selenay Sever – Turkey...................................................................100 Libian Lulu Escobar Cañas – Colombia................................................102 Liviu Andrei Gheorghe – Romania........................................................103 Malibongwe Booi – South Africa............................................................105 Nadine Ragoin – France..........................................................................108 Naomi Mangobe – Kenya........................................................................109 Neygineth Bernal Ramírez – Colombia................................................110 Neykari de Jesús Barrios Issele – Colombia........................................112 Octavia Lindt – South Africa....................................................................113 Regina Carmeli Tuazon – Philippines....................................................114 3 . FOSTERING EMPOWERMENT............................................................ 116 Cristina Simona Filip – Romania............................................................118 Ellaine Yee – Philippines..........................................................................120 Gabriela Camargo Beltran – Colombia................................................121 Katie Rowley – USA...................................................................................122 Lisa Dolan – UK..........................................................................................123 Lisa Navarrette Self – USA.......................................................................125 Luciana Cemerka – Brazil........................................................................127 Maria Victoria Orozco Byers – Colombia.............................................128 Minela Memic – Bosnia and Herzegovina...........................................130 Myrni Novitasari – Indonesia..................................................................131 Norshela Binti Zakariah – Malaysia.......................................................132 Paola Katerin Pineda Lopez – Colombia..............................................134 Rechilda Krishna SF Canon – Philippines.............................................135 Ritika Bhandari – United Arab Emirates...............................................136 Rossmery Kathyuska Castañeda Córdova – Peru..............................138 Salome Gvinepadze – Georgia...............................................................139 Shahin Sheikh – India...............................................................................141 Shella A. Pabon – Philippines.................................................................142 Swati Chawla – India.................................................................................144 Vanessa Salazar Vasquez – Peru...........................................................146

Introduction

This book is a testament to the transformational role of mothers and mother figures in building a better world. As part of our campaign to celebrate International Women’s Day and Mother’s Day, we asked TP employees to share personal stories about the impact of their mothers and mother figures to empower their jour - neys and how they are driving change and promoting their children’s education and development. As we received their heartfelt letters and powerful stories, we were touched by the bravery, strength, resilience, and achievements of moth- ers around the world. With these memories, filled with gratitude, emo - tion, and reflection, we’re reminded that change—both inside and out - side the workplace—doesn’t happen on its own: it takes courage, love, and wisdom. This project also highlighted the importance of slowing down and shar- ing emotions and experiences, in a world where everything moves at the speed of digital. Depicting acts of love and care, the stories go beyond personal reflections, revealing the everyday strength that quietly trans - forms families and communities. Through these letters, coming from 22 different countries, we celebrate the vital role of mothers and mother figures in inspiring change around the world. Each letter in this book reflects the profound and lasting im - pact of their love, care, perseverance, and inspiration. We hope that, as you read these stories, you, too, will be moved, recog- nize their extraordinary strength, and feel inspired to promote change and empowerment.

Aaliyah Van Beulen TP in South Africa

Not many of us get second chances; once your mother passes away, that’s it. You’d be lucky to have a mother-in-law who loves you as their own. Well, I got that second chance everyone wishes to have. My biological mother passed away just after I finished matric, and my father years before that, when I was 9 years old. My biological mother and I never had that deep mother-daughter connection that my soul yearned for, but on her last days, we finally could connect. However, it didn’t last long because she passed away too soon. I was just an 18-year-old teenager with no real guidance in life. I lived the life of the party because I had the freedom to do so, just doing what I wanted because I had no parent figures to guide me. I was really lost until I wasn’t. It all started with me spending weekends with my best friend from high school. The weekends turned into weeks, and then somehow, I became part of the family—the family I never had, with loving brothers and sisters, a great father figure, and most impor - tantly, an amazing mother figure who I got to connect to like she was the one who gave birth to me. We could talk like best friends, and she gives me advice like a mother should. She knows me better than I know myself now. Whatever happens to me, best believe I’m telling my mother first. Need advice? Run to mommy. Need to talk about boys? Mommy is the one to run to. She always says I’m her special child. Sometimes, it is spe- cial in a crazy way, but I’ll take that because I believe they would be bored without me if I do say so myself. Jokes aside, my biological mother would be so proud of the woman I have become and thankful for the mother I was blessed with, who keeps me checked in and on the right path. I can never say how thankful I am to be this blessed, but all I have to say is ALHAMDULLILAH .

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Abraham Sigala TP in the USA

Dear Mom, It’s hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, but today, I want to try. From the very beginning, life wasn’t easy for you. Raising my sister and me on your own, with no help and no one to lean on, you took on every challenge without hesitation. You worked from sunrise to midnight, day after day, making sure we had what we needed—even when there was barely enough to go around. Money was tight, free time was nonexistent, and yet, you found a way to make our childhood special. I remember the long hours you worked, the sacrifices you made, and the moments you tried to carve out for us despite the exhaustion. I still remember the thrill of going to the circus, watching the clowns and the motorcycles spinning inside that metal sphere, and feeling like the lucki- est kid in the world because, for that moment, life felt like an adventure. Those little escapes were your way of showing us that even in the hardest times, joy could be found. But beyond those moments, the greatest gift you gave me was the ex- ample of your strength. You showed me that no matter how difficult life gets, you can always rise above it. You left behind everything you knew, sold your home and business in Mexico, and moved to the US with noth- ing but a dream for a better future. You built a new life from the ground up, bought a house, started a business, and paid it off in less than ten years—things that most people wouldn’t even attempt, but you did. And I’ll never forget the day you became a US citizen, standing there with your certificate in hand, proof of the sacrifices, struggles, and determination that brought you to that moment.

Because of you, I have never let my circumstances define me. Today, I have an MBA, multiple professional licenses, and most importantly, I have a family of my own. I see your lessons reflected in my children: their drive, their ambition, and their deep appreciation for where they come from. I remind them every day that their opportunities exist because of the sacrifices made by those before them, because of you. My daugh - ter is on her way to becoming a trauma surgeon, my son is working to- wards a future in the Air Force, and my youngest is chasing his dream of becoming an NBA legend. Their futures are limitless because of the foundation you laid, the values you instilled, and the relentless spirit you passed down to us. You never settled, and because of you, neither will we. I am the man I am today because I had you as my mother. And for that, I will always be grateful. Te amo, mamá .

Your Son, Abraham

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Anna Shepturova TP in Ukraine

Anubha Khandelwal TP in India

This is about the best person in my childhood, the heroine of a special story, the story of my life. Vira, my grandmother, who carried my whole world on her shoulders, was an herbalist. She understood nature, knew a lot of different plants, and knew exactly which one she needed. From her very childhood, my grandmother was a recluse. Her father was the only close person she had then. Her mother and brothers died of star- vation in 1933. To forget all the bad experiences she had gone through, she spent time in the field, observing nature and hiding from everyone. Even then, my grandmother felt a great power and knowledge of anoth- er world hidden in nature. Later, my Vira was taken to an orphanage, where years of cruelty and bullying from other kids awaited her. But my Vira did not give up because she knew she was free from conventions and social expectations. Then, a lifetime-long journey begins. My grandmother got her wings – my grandfather, who loved her till his last breath. I spent my childhood with my grandparents. There were no prohibitions or restrictions. With them, I could be myself. My grandmother took me to the forest at dawn to get some herbs. She taught me to love nature because she possessed the wisdom of many years of experience and the love of an understand- ing heart. I grew up. My grandmother grew old. The day came to say goodbye. Her hands still smelt of herbs and summer. My Vira was dying, and I didn’t want to believe it. “Promise me, my little bird, that you will run barefoot through the grass and sing. That you will not be afraid to make the world better.” Years have passed, and I still feel my grandmother’s presence in my life. I am a young soul in an aging body, carrying a spark of love, courage, wisdom, and strength, the spark my Vira carried through the years of her difficult life to pass to future generations.

My dearest son, From the moment you came into this world, we have been fighters to - gether. Our journey began in the NICU, where we spent sleepless nights side by side, holding on to hope, fighting for life itself. Every single day was a battle, but you, my little warrior, emerged stronger. As you grew, our journey took a new turn. Hand in hand, we walked into daycare, where you gave me the strength to chase my corporate dreams. The time we spent together in the cab—those precious moments when I became your first teacher, teaching you alphabets, poems, and little life lessons—will always be my favorite classroom. Even when life threw challenges at you, like your adenoids problem, you never let anything stop you. You made it into the dream school I always wished for you, and since then, you’ve continued to shine. Watching you excel academically, seeing your excitement when you show me your homework, and feeling your tight hugs when I come back from work— those are the moments that make my heart swell with pride. I still remember the day you stood behind my laptop, curious and wide- eyed, and whispered, “Mumma, why is everyone saying thank you to you?” When I told you that I was their trainer, and my session had just ended, your little voice said, “Mumma, I want to be like you when I grow up.” That was one of the proudest moments of my life. My dear boy, I am eagerly waiting to see you grow into whoever you wish to be. No matter what you choose, know that I will always be your biggest cheerleader, your strongest supporter, and the one who believes in you the most. Take care, my love. Keep shining. With all my love, Mumma

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Bernabe Sumayop III TP in the Philippines

She took care of me in the hospital, helped me to the restroom, and woke up in the middle of the night to give me my medicine. And even though she was exhausted, she never left my side. She spent those long hospital days and nights sleeping on a small, un- comfortable couch—one that was far too narrow and stiff. But not once did she complain. Not once did she say she was tired. She just endured it, as if her own discomfort didn’t matter, as if her only concern was making sure I was okay. And even now, though I’m back home and still recovering—with a JP drain still attached—she’s still the one by my side. She never shows weakness. She never complains. Instead, she carries this positive energy that gives me the strength to get through each day. I’ve cried to her so many times, frustrated about my situation, about the financial losses this illness has caused, but she always reminds me: mon - ey can be earned back; your life, your health, is what matters most. If I were given the chance to rewrite my life, I wouldn’t change a single thing. I would go through all of it again, as long as I had her as my mom. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Happy Mother’s Day to all, especially to the single moms.

I was raised by a single mom from the time I was three years old. But never once in my childhood did I feel incomplete. She never spoke badly about my father either. Instead, she simply told me that some people aren’t meant to be together forever. But she never regretted meeting him—because without him, she wouldn’t have had us. Yes, us. There are two of us, and I’m the eldest. Everyone knows being a single mother isn’t easy. My mom juggled mul- tiple part-time jobs just to keep us afloat. She worked as an on-call nail technician and sometimes as a babysitter. But because of her hard work, we never felt deprived. We went to public school, but we had everything we needed: complete uniforms, notebooks, and books. We weren’t rich, but we had enough. More than that, we had something far more import- ant—a mother who made us feel like we had everything. Despite all the hardships, my mom never let our struggles define our fu - ture. Because of her sacrifices, I was able to finish college with a Bachelor of Arts degree, majoring in Political Science. She worked tirelessly so that I could complete my education, and I will always be grateful for that. Fast forward to December 2024—I was hospitalized three times due to my heart condition and pleural effusion (fluid in both of my lungs). Then, in January 2025, I was admitted again, this time for 27 days, from January 1 to January 27, because my condition worsened. The fluid kept building up, and I was diagnosed with pneumonia. I underwent two operations: first, a thoracentesis to remove the fluid, and when that wasn’t enough, the doctors decided on a second operation to insert a JP drain in both of my lungs. I’m sharing this because I know I wouldn’t have survived any of it without my mom. She was the only person who was always there, always willing, no matter what. She is 70, turning 71 this August, yet she never once complained.

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Binnur Demirel TP in Turkey

Lessons in leadership and love: a mother’s perspective

just about grades or achievements but about growth, discovery, and the courage to try again when things don’t work out. Every day, I strive to be an example of resilience, lifelong learning, and leading with kindness. For now, though, the most frequent thing I hear is, “Mom, can I play for five more minutes?” But hey, small steps lead to big dreams! And the million-dollar question: “Mom, what do you expect from us the most?” My answer is simple: Be happy. Respect life, people, animals—every living thing. The world is already full of so-called “successful” yet deeply unhap- py people. My hope is for a generation that stands strong, is at peace with itself, and knows how to love without fear or conditions. Being a woman in the corporate world is already a challenge. But being a mother and trying to set an example for your children? That’s the ul- timate test. Every day, I juggle between crisis management, leadership, teaching, cooking, and answering “Mom, why is the sky blue?” as if I were a scientist. And sure, some days I feel lost in the chaos, but if, one day, my children turn to me and say, “Mom, because of you, we look at life with hope,” then I’ll know I have truly won. For now, this story isn’t over—it’s just a pause. Because, well… teenage storms are approaching!

Sometimes life throws you situations so bizarre, they feel like they came straight out of a movie script. Well, I’ve lived through one of those and no one believes when I tell them. Picture this: I was rushing to a business meeting, and in the chaos, I fell out of a taxi and ended up giving birth to

my daughter prematurely! Yes, you heard that right.

Juggling between the corporate world and motherhood, I literally hit the ground—hard. But I learned that day: mothers don’t fall; they just em- bark on new adventures. My daughter was born so tiny, like a little bird. Yet she fought fiercely and proved to the world that she was here to stay. Fast forward 16 years, and she stands tall: strong, confident, and deeply aware of the world around her. She has learned to question, to challenge, and to shape her own future. I always encouraged her to think critically, to be independent, and to understand that intelligence is not just about knowledge, but about curiosity and resilience. Education, in our home, was never just about school; it was about learning how to navigate life with wisdom and em- pathy. Sometimes, she even gives me life advice! But then, in the same breath, she says with a playful smile, “Mom, you just don’t get it!” Well, dear daughter, maybe I don’t, but I am the mother who brought you into this world under the most unexpected circumstances—so, a little respect, please! Then, there’s my 10-year-old son: curious, bright, and full of endless possibilities. My biggest wish for him is to realize that limits exist only in our minds. I encourage him to dream big, explore fearlessly, and em- brace challenges with confidence. I want him to see that learning isn’t

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Christine Marie L. Ramos TP in the Philippines

This experience has also broadened my understanding of children with- out disabilities. Every child grows and learns at their own pace, and they all face their own challenges. For example, a child who struggles with reading may find it hard to keep up with others, just as my son strug - gles with verbal communication. This perspective has made me more empathetic toward other parents and children. It has also taught me the importance of patience and encouragement. Moreover, my journey has connected me with a community of families navigating similar challenges. Social media platforms, local support groups, and workshops have provided a space for sharing experiences and insights. These interactions have reinforced the idea that every child has the potential to thrive. My son’s diagnosis has profoundly impacted my life, shaping my values and beliefs. I have learned to appreciate progress rather than perfection. I also have realized that embracing each child’s unique journey, along- side their abilities, should be at the forefront of parenting and education. This applies not just to children with disabilities but to all children. Children are often compared to puzzle pieces, each unique in shape and design. By respecting their unique shapes, we enable children to thrive in their development and education.

I wanted to take a moment to write this letter to share my experi- ence and how this changed my perspective on children’s education and development. I am a mother of a child with autism. My son has been diagnosed with level three autism since he was 2 years old. This meant that my son would face significant challenges in communication, social skills, and daily living activities. Receiving a diagnosis of autism for my son was one of the most overwhelming moments of my life. The initial shock and confusion often turned into feelings of despair and frustration. I found myself struggling with the reality of my son’s condition while simultaneously feeling inade- quate as a parent. The journey was painful, and acceptance did not come easily. In the early days, I poured my energy into trying to “fix” him, believing that if I could find the right therapies or approaches, my son could become “normal” like other children. This feeling was further compounded by the contrast between my reality and the seemingly effortless normal situations of oth - er children and parents. While they celebrated milestones like gradua- tions, school performances, and birthday parties, my calendar was filled with therapy sessions, doctor appointments, and the relentless pursuit of interventions and support services. Fifteen years later, my son remains non-verbal and still requires high assistance. The journey, however, taught me valuable lessons about ac- ceptance, individuality, and the importance of progress over perfection. I realized that the emphasis on perfection was not helping either of us. Instead, I learned to celebrate the small victories. For instance, when my son managed to make eye contact during a conversation or used pictures to communicate his needs, it felt like a monumental achieve- ment. Each step forward, no matter how small, reminded me to appre- ciate his unique journey and progress rather than comparing him to neurotypical children.

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Cristian Alin Serban TP in Romania

Crystal Rucker TP in the USA

My mother was born one day before my birthday, and I believe this is what has bonded us the most. Since childhood, my mother has been more of a friend than a mother. It never mattered what time or day it was; whenever I had a problem, we found the solution together. Our close relationship has been a constant source of support and encouragement in my personal development. On a personal level, my mother has been a pillar of stability and con- fidence. Together we overcame many obstacles, and her advice has always been precious. No matter the difficulties encountered, I always knew I could rely on her. This strong bond has been the foundation on which I built my self-confidence and ability to face challenges. My mother did not make me a doctor, lawyer, judge, or other “good” professions, but she taught me to respect others, to always be polite, and to stay united and close to my sisters. Professionally, our relationship has been a bit more complex. My moth- er had different visions compared to what I wanted to become. She wanted me to pursue a different career, while I had other aspirations. Nonetheless, despite our differences, I always understood that her de - sire was to see me reach my full potential. Her ambition of always de- manding the best from me motivated me to strive and achieve my goals. Thus, my mother’s influence in my life has been profound both person - ally and professionally. Her friendship and unconditional support have helped me become the person I am today, and her expectations and ambition have driven me to follow my dreams and reach my potential. Without her, I would not have had the courage and determination to overcome challenges and pursue my passions.

Folded, faded, and worn is a note in my wallet. It’s from my mother, and the words lift me from low to loved. It says, “For richer or poorer…Love, Mom.” The note was written many years ago, when we lived together while going through divorces. From roommates to family and friends, our relationship has had many titles to say the same thing: united with love. I grew up with my mother. When I was a baby, she was a teenager, new to life as a young adult, married, and grown up sooner than most. I knew she was young, and we didn’t have much money, but we had an abun- dance of family and always what we needed. As I became an adult, there was a time when I realized the magnitude of all she had accomplished. By 30, she had three children, a home, a job, a husband, and many re- sponsibilities. I don’t remember the struggles as much as the “mom mo- ments.” The way we always pushed and shoved to stand first behind her while grocery shopping, feeling special because I was finally old enough to drink coffee with her in the morning, playing spelling baseball in the living room while she read words to my brother and me. Her face was al- ways in the crowd, the stands, the chairs of the spelling bee competitions as she cheered me on. My first published writing was a Mother’s Day essay contest at 6 years old. I felt like a celebrity to have my photo and story in the local paper because I wanted everyone to know how special she was. The day I had my first positive pregnancy test, I called my mother first. I was 38, well into adulthood, but all I could think of as I read the word “positive” on the small test window was that I needed my mother. She came right over, and we both stared in disbelief and shared tears and excitement. She was with me in the room when I gave birth to my daughter and later my son. We have shared so many moments of birth and death between us. When her mother, my Nana, took her last breath, it was my mother and I holding her hands. We shared strength, comfort, and always love.

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When I decided to finish my college degree a couple of years back, I wanted to do it not just for me but for her, for the woman who chose family first and gave me the ability and strength to have a family, career, and education. I wanted to be the first to walk the Coliseum floor and get my degree. And when I did, my mother was there to watch. I have always known that she is proud of me, she says it, she shows it, and it lifts me more than I know how to express. I stand strong knowing that I am never alone in life. I am empowered in everything I do because I do it with generations of strong women sup- porting me. If my choices are right or wrong, I know that my mother is always with me. We tackle every high, every low, and every family situa- tion as a team. Phrases like “I got you” and “On my way-coming in hot” are how we say so much in so few words. She has strength in so many ways that I do not. She listens without judging; she allows me to find my answers and supports what I decide. She shares her concerns with love and has perfected the dichotomy of laid-back listening with the subtle undercurrent of “hurt my babies and you’ll be sorry.” I am so proud of the woman she is and who she has grown up to be. She is now not only my mother but my children’s Memaw. It’s a new layer of feeling to see how much they want to be near her, as much as I always have. I have been so fortunate to know my mother not just as my parent but as a woman herself. I continue to learn from her, to grow with her, and be so proud that she is my mother. I am who I am because I “get it from my mama.”

Eduardo Enrique Sosa Zapata TP in Colombia

Since she carried me in her womb, she was an example of strength and a warrior woman. My mother’s partner at that time abandoned her, leaving her alone on her journey. However, this was never an obstacle for her. She managed to finish university while working to provide for all my needs as a child. My grandfather, with his outdated beliefs, forced her out of the house, and she found refuge in the arms of my aunt. When I was 3 years old, she moved to another city to pursue her profes- sion, returning every 15 days to visit me and ensure I never lacked her love or anything I needed in my childhood. I would go with her during vacations, and she would dedicate all her time and love to me. Despite her responsibilities, her priority was always to see me grow into a good man with a solid education and strong values. She has always been my pillar in all of my projects and goals. Today, I am an administrator and an athlete, and I have grown so much both personally and professionally, all thanks to the example of a mother who does everything and gives everything for her children.

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Jaime Andrés Fajardo Narváez TP in Colombia

Jasmin Nicole M. Ducha TP in the Philippines

To my dear mother, As we approach International Women’s Day, I can’t help but reflect on your profound impact on my life. You have always been a fundamental pillar, and each day, I am grateful for your presence. I vividly remember the stories you shared about your work as a nurse, the challenges you faced, and the lives you touched with your dedication. I never imagined that those narratives, filled with love and compassion, would ignite my passion for serving others. Today, as a bilingual interpreter, I feel immense gratitude towards TP for allowing me to use my linguistic skills to bridge medical staff and those in need during critical moments. But above all, I want to thank you, Mom, for teaching me, both directly and indirectly, the value and importance of serving others. You have shown how a single action can ripple through someone’s life, and because of you, I have the opportunity to do the same. I plan to continue doing work that brings me satisfaction and growth while also allowing me to contribute to a society that so deeply needs empathy and compassion.

Growing up, I always admired my mother’s strength, on how brave she is. But I didn’t fully understand it. She is the firstborn in their family, the breadwinner, and the one every - one depended on. She worked tirelessly, sacrificing her own dream so that her sibling, who is my uncle, could finish his studies and their moth - er could eat at least three times a day, since my grandmother had just lost her job at that time. So, my mother needed to sacrifice her study to work. I definitely knew how hard she worked for her family, but I didn’t fully understand what it meant at that time since I was just a child. I saw the silent exhaustion my mother must have felt at the end of each day. There were times when she cried silently and would wipe her tears quickly when she saw me. There were moments of loneliness and won- dering if anyone saw the sacrifices she made. There was the pressure of trying to be strong when, deep down, she wished that someone could be strong and be there for her. Then, I grew up and found myself in the same position as my mother. As the eldest in our family, I became the breadwinner like my mother. And suddenly, I understood. I understood the tiredness she never spoke about. The nights she lay awake, worrying about tomorrow. The silent sobs every time she cries in the dark. The times she must have felt alone, carrying so much on her shoulders. I finally knew how heavy that burden was, because I carry it too. But I also understood something else: her strength. Even with all her struggles, she never let it harden her heart. She still smiled, still cared, and still gave love freely. And that, more than anything, showed me what true strength looks like. Now, when I look at her, I see her as more than just my mother. I see someone who walked this path before me, who understands me without

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words and more than ever. I am grateful for her sacrifices, for her love, and for the path she walked before me so that I could learn how to walk mine. She is my inspiration, and she will always be my inspiration.

Jason Smith TP in the USA

My mother’s unwavering strength, kindness, and wisdom have shaped the person I am today. Her influence has guided me through every chal - lenge and triumph, leaving an indelible mark on both my personal and professional journey. From an early age, she instilled in me the values of resilience and hard work. I watched her face life’s obstacles with grace and determina- tion, turning setbacks into stepping stones. Her belief in me gave me the courage to take risks, pursue my ambitions, and push beyond my comfort zone. Her entrepreneurial spirit has been one of the greatest influences on my career. She owned and operated several businesses, including interior design, car sales, and childcare while raising me and my two brothers. Watching her juggle these responsibilities taught me firsthand what it takes to build something from the ground up. Because of her example, I developed an early passion for entrepreneurship, building websites as far back as 1996, and fueled my professional journey ever since. Her drive and tenacity taught me that success is not just about achievements, but about creating opportunities and leaving a lasting impact. In my professional life, her lessons continue to guide me. Her emphasis on integrity, empathy, and perseverance has influenced how I navigate leadership, build relationships, and approach challenges. She taught me that success is about the impact we have on others and the positive change we create around us. Because of her, I strive to lead with purpose and to uplift those around me. Beyond the professional realm, her love and encouragement have shaped me into the person I am today. Her unwavering support has been my anchor in times of doubt, and her wisdom has been my compass when I’ve felt lost. Through her example, I’ve learned that true strength lies in kindness, and that the greatest impact we can have is through the lives we touch. I’ve carried this influence into raising my kids, Henry and

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Georgia, teaching them to be kind and to do the right thing even when no one is watching. I am forever grateful for my mother’s belief in me. She lifted me up through life’s difficult times and showed me, through her own life, what it means to be strong, compassionate, and fearless. Her influence is woven into every part of my journey, and I hope to make her as proud of me as I am of her.

Jocelyn Arndt TP in the USA

High school. The time in one’s life that is considered the most carefree and most fun. A time when one’s character can be built the most. When I went through high school in 1995, I was already a mother of two boys. I was working a full-time job, going to school full-time, and raising two beautiful baby boys. Needless to say, I was not your typical high schooler. While my friends were cheering at the Friday night football

game, I was working or taking care of my boys. I WOULD NOT CHANGE IT FOR THE WORLD.

I made it through high school. I kept my grades up and graduated with my class. My boys, at the time of my graduation, were one and two years old. While the rest of my friends were packing for college, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do from there. I continued to work through the summer and then into the following year, but I knew in my head that I did not want to end up at my current job (trailer manufacturer) for the rest of my life. I wanted to provide a life for my children where they did not have to struggle but instead focus on school and on being a kid/young adult. I started to get in some trouble during this timeframe, and then I finally said, “Enough is enough,” and I joined the US Army. This was the only way to ensure that my boys would be proud of their mother and for me to secure a future for them. When I joined the military as a single mother, you could not bring your children with you. Thankfully, my mother was able to take over as their caregiver while I completed my four years in the military. Though being away from my boys was very difficult, I did everything with 100% commit - ment, and I succeeded at being a soldier. I learned lifelong lessons, I was able to take college classes, and I met several people that I now consider family along the way. When I returned home from the military, I was able to get pretty much any job that I wanted. My first job straight out was working at Micron

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Technology (which is a great job in Idaho). After six years, I found myself once again thinking, “Is this what I really want to do for the rest of my life? Did I want to be in a ‘bunny suit’ working in the FAB forever? I did not. My next chapter included me going to school to be a cosmetologist and working at Estee Lauder. I was planning to open my own salon. After one and a half years of schooling, I finally graduated. At this time, I just started a new job at TP in Boise, Idaho. My boys were starting junior high school. I never opened my own salon, as I loved every minute of working at TP (18 years later). TP allowed me to grow into a leader and show my chil - dren that I could be successful. I got to watch my boys go through ju- nior high and then into high school. Man, did they ever succeed in high school, even taking all advanced classes? I got to instill in them that if you work hard and stay passionate about what you want to do in life, you can literally be or do anything you want. It’s crazy to think that both of my boys’ first “real” jobs out of high school were working at TP. One became a supervisor, and one was on the com- mitment team. My oldest son soon left TP to attend college full-time. He is now a systems/computer engineer with hospitals around the US. My youngest was able to move on from TP but continued to find his passion in this industry. My boys have made me the proudest mother! I love them with all my heart. I even have three grandbabies now, and I am excited to watch them grow into their own as well. So, back to the original question: As a mother, how are you driving change and inspiring your children’s education and development? Never let your current situation determine your outcome. With everything you do, see, or overcome, take that as a learning experience to apply to your life going forward.

Juan David Palacio Gutierrez TP in Colombia

My mother has been the canvas and the pages of my story, the armor in which I have rested to heal and feel safe, shielded from any danger. In life, we face many fire-breathing dragons capable of reducing us to ashes with the most subtle and unpredictable movement. These dragons can take many shapes and sizes, and sadly, one of them took my father: a dragon called cancer. Since that painful moment, my mother has become the shield of my sto- ry. She has taught me that I carry a tremendous legacy in my heart, a leg- acy from someone who gave everything for me without expecting any- thing in return. That is what parents do: they are among the few people who create a love purer and more valuable than the rarest gem found on this planet, a love known as unconditional love. My mother is and always will be the one who ensures that this knight continues to save princesses, that he ventures into caves in search of treasures and adventures, and that he lives stories worthy of being told to the four winds. That is what my mother means to me: my greatest treasure and greatest strength in this life and a million lives more.

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Keith Richards Stuart Castillo Escobedo TP in Peru

Kelin Mock TP in the USA

My mom has always been an example of perseverance in every circum- stance, reminding me that all bad things pass, but the good remains. One day, we went on a small family trip to Ancash, and one of my great- est dreams was to visit the Paron Lagoon, located about 4,000 meters above sea level. Since we were not used to the altitude in Lima, my mom started feeling sick during the hike. The taxi could only take us part of the way up, so we had to continue walking. It became difficult for her to breathe along the way, and I asked if she was okay. She reassured me there was no problem; she just needed to rest now and then to fulfill my dream of seeing the Paron Lagoon. I was really scared, thinking she might have heart problems or that some- thing worse could happen. But she insisted that what mattered most was that I could achieve my dream. Thankfully, everything went well, and we were able to take beautiful pictures to remember that day. I always remember this story because my mom has always done every- thing possible to fulfill my goals and dreams, even when it required sac - rifices of time, money, and effort. This is just one example of many, but with each passing day, I learn to honor and value everything she has done for me and our family.

I have a bit of a different answer for this one, but one that I am passionate about. I was raised by my single father and unfortunately did not have a mother figure in my life. Needless to say, I did not have a strong representation of what a great mother figure was/is. This is until my wife and I began to grow our family. We have an 8-year daughter (Hadleigh) and a 1 1/2-year- old son (Maddix). The easy statement is, “My wife is an amazing mother, and I am blown away by her,” which is true. She is a natural and seems to know what to do in every circumstance. Whether raising a baby for the first time, tend - ing to a sick kid, teaching our kids new things as they reach milestones in their lives, reading books, or making sure they have the best of every- thing. It just seems to come naturally to her. What really blows me away by my wife as a mother is her will and how she wants to do the special things for our kids—things that do not come naturally to me. Being raised by a single father, I did not experience sim- ple things like making a house a home, special birthdays, holiday celebra- tions, etc. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great childhood, it’s just different not having a mother figure in my life. The little things my wife does to create experiences for our kids are lasting memories. Each birthday is an experience customized for our kids. Each holiday is an experience in teaching our kids the value and history behind said holiday while hav- ing fun doing the little things. All through the year, the little things that matter, like custom valentines, monograms on their cups and backpacks, supporting school events, or creating summer memories, I could go on and on. It just blows me away how her mind works and her persistence in ensuring our kiddos have great experiences that will become lasting memories for them. It makes me proud knowing that my kids and I have a mother/wife who loves endlessly and is creating a foundation of what they can mimic/desire as they grow up.

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