They say mothers are their children’s first teachers. But sometimes, it’s the other way around. My son, though just sixteen, has been one of my life’s greatest teachers — the one who taught me what true gentleness really means.
He isn’t a man yet, but there’s something about him that carries the calmness and wisdom of someone far beyond his years. In a world that glorifies loudness, speed, and competition, he stands quietly apart — soft-spoken, observant, and kind. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t rush to prove a point, and never demands attention. Yet his silence speaks volumes, his patience disarms anger, and his shy smile can melt the hardest heart.
I often find myself marvelling at how effortlessly gentle he is. He has this quiet grace about him — a way of being that’s neither forced nor pretentious. Whether it’s helping someone without being asked, listening even when others interrupt, or simply offering a reassuring nod when words fall short — his gestures are always thoughtful and pure.
He’s an introvert, yes, but that doesn’t make him distant. In fact, his company feels like home. He has a way of making people feel seen, not by talking endlessly, but by truly being present. I’ve learned from him that sometimes, silence is the most comforting form of love.
There are moments when I look at him and wonder how someone so young can be so composed. While most of us hurry through emotions, he seems to move through life with quiet understanding. He doesn’t react; he reflects. And that’s a rare gift.
Even though I’ve always been calm by nature, watching him has deepened my sense of stillness. He’s shown me that gentleness isn’t just a temperament — it’s a choice, a way of life. Through him, I’ve learned that kindness doesn’t need to be grand to be meaningful; often, it lives in the smallest of acts — a look, a word, a moment of patience.
To me, he’s not just my son — he’s my mirror, my teacher, and my quiet reminder that love, in its purest form, is gentle.
He may still be growing into the man he’s meant to become, but in my heart, he already is the man who taught me gentleness.
Author’s Note:
This blog is a small tribute to my son — my gentle companion in life’s noisy crowd. Watching him grow has been one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. His quiet strength, kindness, and sensitivity remind me every day that gentleness is not weakness; it’s power wrapped in grace. I hope he reads this and knows how deeply proud I am of the person he is becoming.
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– Dr. Arwa Saifi
About the Writer
Dr. Arwa Saifi is an acclaimed Career Writer with over 18 years of experience in the literary and education space. Honoured with an Honorary Doctorate in Literature, she is also an Amazon #1 Bestselling Author. Her career includes contributions to Education Times, a supplement of The Times of India, where she brought her expertise to one of the country’s leading newspapers.
Dr. Saifi has served as the editor of several prestigious school and college magazines in Mumbai, shaping young voices and nurturing a culture of expression. She is the author of 10 published books and has collaborated as a co-author in more than 40 anthologies. Her work reflects a deep commitment to storytelling, education, and empowering aspiring writers.
