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Wawira Gathoni (Not her real name) pens this week’s heartfelt Letter to My Younger Self. Here is her Final series
Dear Younger self,
When you were younger, you thought adulthood was mostly about achievement.
Good grades. A successful career. Money. Recognition. Stability.
You thought becoming successful would feel loud and obvious.
But the older you get, the more your definition of success changes.
These days, you think more about legacy than image.
More about peace than performance. More about impact than applause.
More about the kind of human being you are becoming than the titles attached to your name.
And perhaps motherhood changed that most profoundly.
Because once you become responsible for shaping another human being, life stops being entirely about you. You begin asking different questions.
What kind of world am I helping create? What kind of example am I setting?
What kind of memories will my child carry of me one day? Those questions humble a person.
As a mother, there are many things you hope your son remembers about you one day.
Not perfection. You have already made peace with the fact that you will not mother perfectly.
You are human too. You will get tired sometimes. Overwhelmed sometimes. Emotional sometimes. Still healing sometimes.
But even within your imperfections, you hope he remembers your presence. You hope he remembers warmth.
Safety. Laughter. Gentleness. You hope he remembers being deeply loved.
Because the older you get, the more you realise that people rarely remember us for our achievements alone. They remember how we made them feel.
Did we make people feel small or seen? Unsafe or understood? Judged or accepted?
Heavy or hopeful? Those questions matter deeply to you now.
Perhaps because life has shown you how emotionally difficult the world can already be. People are carrying invisible grief everywhere. Trauma. Pressure. Loneliness. Fear. Disappointment. Survival. So much of adulthood is people quietly trying to hold themselves together.
And because you know what emotional heaviness feels like, you have become more intentional about softness.
Not weakness. Softness. There is a difference.
Softness is strength that chooses tenderness anyway. It is choosing honesty over performance.
Integrity over convenience. Compassion over ego.
It is remaining emotionally open in a world that constantly tempts people toward hardness.
And honestly, staying soft after life hurts you repeatedly is one of the bravest things a person can do.
You understand that now.
The younger version of you thought strength meant surviving without emotion. The woman you are becoming understands that real strength is allowing yourself to remain human despite everything.
That understanding now shapes how you move through the world.
As a mother. As a leader. As a woman. As a professional. As a friend.
You care deeply now about creating emotionally safe spaces. Spaces where people feel heard. Spaces where young people feel possibility. Spaces where women feel dignity. Spaces where people can exist without constantly shrinking themselves.
And perhaps that is why your work and your personal values feel so connected today.
Whether you are working in education, leadership, advocacy, systems change, or motherhood, the deeper motivation remains similar:
You want people to thrive. You want people to feel seen. You want children to access opportunities.
You want women to believe in themselves. You want dignity to matter.
You want the world to become a little fairer than it was when you entered it.
That desire did not come from nowhere. It came from your own life.
From shags. From Nairobi. From feeling misunderstood sometimes.
From surviving difficult environments. From motherhood. From healing.
From learning how deeply environments shape people’s lives.
And perhaps that is the beautiful thing about growing older:
Pain slowly transforms into wisdom when people choose reflection instead of bitterness.
You have chosen reflection.And because of that, you now move through life differently than you once did.
More intentional. More grounded. More aware that time is limited.
More aware that integrity matters. More aware that peace is valuable.
More aware that success without emotional wellbeing is empty.
There are still dreams you carry, of course.
You still want to grow. Still want to build. Still want to contribute meaningfully to the world.
Still want to become financially stable and emotionally whole in deeper ways.
But you are no longer chasing achievement just to prove your worth.
That shift changed everything. Today, when you imagine the woman you hope to become fully, she is not necessarily the loudest person in the room.
She is not performing perfection. She is not obsessed with appearing successful.
Instead, she is deeply rooted in truth. She lives with integrity even when nobody is watching.
She protects her peace. She loves intentionally. She mothers gently.
She leads honestly. She leaves people feeling lighter instead of smaller.
And one day, when your son becomes old enough to understand your journey fully, I hope he sees more than sacrifice.
I hope he sees courage. The courage it took for a woman to heal while raising him.
The courage it took to keep loving after disappointment. The courage it took to remain soft in a hard world.
The courage it took to keep becoming. And honestly?
I think the little girl from shags would look at the woman you are now with amazement.
Not because life became perfect.
But because despite everything, you built a life rooted in meaning, reflection, integrity, and love.
And in the end, perhaps that is the most beautiful legacy any person can leave behind.
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