15/03/2026
For Every Heart on Mothering Sunday
Today can feel like sunshine for some,
and shadow for others.
A day of flowers, cards, and grateful words
but also a day that carries quiet aches
that the world does not always see.
Today we hold the mothers
whose arms have known the weight of a child
and the mothers whose arms still ache
for the babies they never got to keep.
Your love did not vanish with their breath
it lives in every heartbeat,
in every whispered memory,
in the fierce tenderness you still carry.
Today we hold those
who are missing their own mothers.
The ones who would give anything
for one more cup of tea together,
one more laugh across the kitchen table,
one more chance to say
“I love you”
and hear it back again.
Grief is simply love
that has nowhere obvious to go
but it still lives on in you.
And today we hold those
whose relationship with their mother
has never felt easy or safe.
For those who learned strength
instead of softness,
distance instead of comfort,
and who have had to mother themselves
in ways the world rarely notices.
Mothering Sunday
is not only about celebration.
It is also about honouring love
in all its complicated forms
the love that was given,
the love that was longed for,
and the love that was lost too soon.
And today, I also hold space for my own mum.
The woman who has been my steady place,
my comfort, my laughter, and my home.
I adore her more than words could ever fully say,
and I carry so much gratitude
for the love she has given so freely.
So today, wherever you stand
in joy, in grief, in healing,
or somewhere quietly in between
you are seen.
And the love you carry,
in whatever shape it has taken,
is enough.
It always has been.
By Katie Murphy 💐
