My mother made me truly appreciate women.

Drake, singer of the heart and poet of the modern age, once spoke with reverence: “My mother made me truly appreciate women.” In this confession lies a truth as old as humanity—that the first teacher, the first guardian, the first mirror of love is the mother. To honor her is to awaken the eyes, to see in all women not merely figures of the world but bearers of strength, tenderness, and resilience. For from the womb and through the years of nurture, a man learns the worth of womanhood.

The mother is the unseen architect of the soul. She shapes through patience, guides through sacrifice, and teaches without demanding praise. Drake’s words remind us that his reverence did not spring from fleeting romance or shallow admiration, but from witnessing, day after day, the steadfast devotion of his mother. Such love becomes a lens, showing him that every woman carries within her a spark of that same dignity and endurance. To appreciate women, then, is not to flatter them with empty words, but to recognize their eternal role as givers of life, wisdom, and strength.

History echoes this truth in the story of Alexander the Great and his mother, Olympias. Fierce and unyielding, she instilled in him a sense of destiny and courage that burned brighter than the torches of his armies. Though Alexander conquered nations, he carried within him the indelible mark of a mother’s teaching. His greatness was not born solely of his sword, but of the lessons planted by a woman who believed him destined for immortality. So too does Drake’s reverence echo this ancient bond between mother and son.

The meaning of his words stretches further: they serve as a rebuke to a world that too often overlooks the daily sacrifices of women. To truly appreciate women is to see beyond roles imposed by society, to honor their invisible labor, their silent endurance, and their power to heal. It is to remember that behind every voice raised in the world stands the echo of a woman who nurtured it into being.

Therefore, children of the future, learn from Drake’s confession. Do not wait for monuments or titles to awaken your respect. Look first to the hands that cradled you, to the voices that comforted you, to the wisdom whispered in the shadows of your youth. From the mother flows the river of appreciation, and through her, one learns to honor all women. For to revere the mother is to revere the very source of humanity itself.