10/05/2026
Mother’s Day can be beautiful.
But if we are honest, it can also be deeply complicated.
As a Christian woman, as a mum, as someone who had a complicated journey with her own mum, who herself had a complicated journey with hers, I know motherhood is rarely simple.
Behind the photos and flowers and handmade cards are women carrying grief, shame, exhaustion, fear, disappointment, regret, and love so deep it hurts.
There are mums who feel like they never quite got it right.
Mums who wonder if they damaged the people they loved most.
Mums who carry guilt for the moments they lost patience, the times they stayed too long, left too late, compromised, survived instead of thrived, or simply did the best they could with what they had.
There are women desperately wanting to become mothers.
Women grieving babies they never held.
Women raising children they did not give birth to but chose with their whole hearts.
Step-mums. Foster mums. Kinship carers. Adoptive mums. Grandmothers raising grandchildren. Women carrying the weight alone because someone else walked away.
There are women parenting through addiction, su***de, domestic violence, poverty, trauma, mental illness, estrangement, and loss.
Women who have buried children physically, emotionally, mentally, or relationally.
Women wounded by their own mothers while desperately trying not to repeat the same pain.
And somehow, despite all of that, women keep showing up.
They make lunches while grieving.
They answer phone calls while exhausted.
They hold families together while quietly falling apart themselves.
They carry invisible emotional loads that are rarely acknowledged.
They love people who sometimes wound them deeply.
Motherhood has a way of exposing every crack in us.
It confronts our identity, our wounds, our fears, our unmet needs, and our desperate desire to be enough.
And maybe that is why grace matters so much.
Because parents do not always get it right.
Sometimes mums walk away.
Sometimes dads leave mums carrying everything.
Sometimes families fracture.
Sometimes reconciliation comes, and sometimes it does not.
But healing is still possible.
Healing through honest conversations.
Healing through accountability and growth.
Healing through wisdom.
Healing through sisterhood.
Through the women who sit beside us and say, “me too.”
Through biological sisters, spiritual sisters, chosen sisters, and restored relationships.
And most of all, through Christ.
Not through perfection.
Not through pretending.
Not through polished motherhood performances designed for social media.
But through the quiet, daily surrender of imperfect people trying to love well.
The older I get, the more I realise motherhood was never meant to be carried alone.
Women need community.
They need honesty.
They need room to grieve and heal and grow without shame.
So today, I am thinking about all of the women carrying complicated stories.
The women who feel unseen.
The women who feel like they failed.
The women trying again.
The women still healing.
The women carrying impossible loads with remarkable strength.
You matter.
Your story matters.
Your love matters.
And the fact that you keep showing up every day matters more than you probably know.
Happy Mother’s Day to the women carrying both love and pain in the same hands.
May you know that God sees you fully, loves you deeply, and has never once mistaken your humanity for failure.