Like all mothers, my mum was a great cook too.
Or maybe, whatever a mother cooks always tastes great.

 Most times, she would dish up amazing curries with whatever was there in the kitchen.
At a time when earnings were barely enough for survival, this meant being inventive.
It meant that her goal was clear.
That there would be good food on the table.
No matter what.

 Her recipes were therefor dictated by what was available.
Not what she had to buy.
The peels, the stalks, the extra rice.
Appeared in new forms on our plates.

 Life is like that.
Nothing is ideal.

 Work is the same.
No mix is  perfect.
And to do things well in a perfect world is hardly challenging.

 The skill and leadership lies in taking what we have and turning it around to make it worthwhile.
More than worthwhile.
To make it impactful.
Engaging.

 Calls for resourcefulness.
Inventiveness.
And most importantly, belief and trust.

 After all, mother always did this with a smile on her face.