10/05/2026
Somewhere along the way, perhaps we forgot what motherhood truly is.
And that’s understandable, considering you were so busy being everything to everyone else:
The appointment booker
The bedtime reader
The taxi driver
The advocate
The bad cop
The cleaner
The cook
The ATM
And you do it all. With no praise. No support. No appreciation. No recognition.
Yet, if you put yourself first for a change, you know the house will fall apart.
Dirty laundry kicked around bedroom floors.
Lights remain blazing in empty rooms.
School forms remain uncompleted.
Sports matches go unattended.
Sibling fights go unresolved.
Tears remain on cheeks.
And still, after all this, they will tell you they hate you. But their anger isn’t your failure, it’s their boundary being born. A child raised afraid to rage against their parent becomes an adult who swallows poison rather than spitting it out.
You make the sacrifices. You put yourself last. Every single day.
You do this not because you need to prepare the road for your child, but because you know you must prepare your child for the road.
And that’s why there’s nobody else who can do it better than you.
Today, and every day:
Happy Mother’s Day.