15/03/2026
Today is for all of you. 🌸✨
"Some women are not mothers by nature but by choice — and that choice is its own kind of grace."
For the mothers of children. For the women who longed to be mothers and carry that quietly. 🤍 For those who have lost a mother, or a child, and hold that grief tenderly alongside everything else today. 🕊️
For the aunties, the mentors, the friends who showed up. 🙌 The women who didn't birth anyone but have mothered everyone around them. The carers, the nurturers, the ones who love without condition and give without being asked.
💛 And yes — for those of us whose greatest loves have four legs. 🐾 For the ones still by our side, and for the ones who are no longer with us but who we carry in our hearts every single day. 💙
💬 A few years ago, I was part of a group of women. On Mother's Day, every single woman in that group was acknowledged by name on social media— except me. Because I wasn't a mother in the way the world typically recognises. I sat with that. The invisibility of it. The message it sent, however unintentional — that my love, my caring, my way of showing up in the world counted for a little less.
I never want anyone in my community to feel that way. Not today. Not ever. 🙏
If you love fiercely — a person, an animal, a community, a purpose — you are mothering something. And this day belongs to you just as much as anyone else. 🌍💫
Last Sunday at Orba, on International Women's Day, a room full of extraordinary women gathered for our Self Love Sunday retreat. 🌿 Here I see women who carry so much. Who give so much. Who deserve so much more space than the world usually gives them. 💪🏻✨
To my own mum— thank you. For everything I carry from you. 🌸 And to my sisters, my aunties and my only niece, continue to shine your light bright 🌞
To every woman who has inspired me, guided me and trusted me with their growth — I don't take that lightly. Ever. 🙏💛
Motherhood isn't a title. It's a way of loving. 🌿💗
Happy Mother's Day to every woman who loves something bigger than herself. 🌸✨
Brídín 🌿
