To mothers
Mother’s Day carries so many meanings at once. It is tenderness and exhaustion. Quiet sacrifice. Hands that hold with devotion while pretending they were not shaking. It is the strength of women who kept going through sleepless nights, impossible seasons and invisible battles no one applauded. Today is for the mothers who gave every part of themselves to make someone else feel loved ans safe. For the women who love fiercely and protect. Yet today also belongs to grief. To those who wake up missing their mum with an ache. To the people reaching for a phone that can no longer be answered. To the hearts carrying memories. It too belongs to those longing to become mothers; those navigating heartbreak, waiting rooms, silence, loss, and hopes held in the dark. Motherhood is not only found in birth. It lives in nurturing, protecting, comforting, and loving beyond measure. So today, may we honour every kind of mothering heart. The celebrated, the grieving, the waiting, the healing. May we remember that strength is often quiet: it looks like showing up again, loving again, and carrying tenderness through pain.
Some of us are celebrating. Some of us are grieving. Most of us are doing both.
Happy Mother’s Day to every kind of mum.
To the ones who raised us, who shaped us, who fuss over us.
To the ones we’ve lost. Your love didn’t leave when you did.
To those still waiting, hoping, healing. Your longing is its own kind of love, and it is seen.
To the ones doing it alone, the ones doing it quietly, the ones who mothered without the title.
Today holds joy and grief in the same breath, sometimes in the same moment. Both are welcome here.
Wherever you are in this day, I’m thinking of you. 🤍
love & positivity ✨ phi
