This was the very first letter I wrote when the idea of being a mother felt like mystery. i didn’t have answers, just feelings, fears, and a fierce tenderness I had nowhere to put. This is where it all begins. This is my room.

Whether I become a mum, an auntie, a mentor or simply a voice for
someone who cant speak-by choice, by faith, by grace… I want to continue to love
forward. And here’s a letter for you-

To My Future Child,

If you’re reading this, somehow, someway, then you exist. And that alone is a
miracle I never took lightly.

I’m writing you from a time of deep change, uncertainty,and growing questions. The
world I live in is full of noise-trade wars, climate fears, greed masked as progress.
Sometimes it feels like the Earth is aching under the weight of everything we’ve
taken from her. And I’ve stood quietly in that ache,wondering if bringing a life like
yours into this would be a gift…or a burden.

But then I realized, maybe you are part of the healing.

See, I’ve lived a life somewhere in the middle. Not poor,not rich.I work hard as a
nurse, I earn enough to survive, and I still find space to care about things that don’t
directly benefit me, like the planet, or people in faraway lands I’ll never meet, or
the child I might never hold. That’s who l am. That’s what I hope you carry in your
blood-a deep empathy that sees past the self.

I don’t want you to live in a world of modern slavery, in a system that feeds on
your youth and leaves your soul empty. I want you to live in a slower world. One
where you can feel the seasons.Taste food grown near your home. Look at the
stars without the haze of pollution. Laugh without checking a screen. And feel
proud of the work your hands do, whether it’s planting, healing, building, or
dreaming.

If you’re here, that means the universe decided there was still room for someone
like you-for your light, your song, your wild little wonder.

So live with purpose. Ask hard questions. Be kind even when it costs you. And when
you look back on the world I came from-a world racing to consume, to win, to own –
know that I stood still for a moment, for you. I made choices not out of fear, but out
of love for a future I might never see.

You are that future.
And you are deeply loved.

Forever and always,
Your Mum
Zennie Shulam