05/10/2026
Mother’s Day can bring so many emotions into the room.
For some, it is joy, gratitude, laughter, flowers, brunch, and beautiful memories.
For others, it is grief. Complicated relationships. Empty chairs. Unanswered calls. Mother wounds. Infertility. Miscarriage. Foster care. Adoption. Loss. Longing. Exhaustion. Or the quiet ache of being the one who always has to hold everything together.
As a psychotherapist, I have learned that motherhood is not one single story. It is layered. It is love and labor. It is sacrifice and softness. It is showing up when you are tired, scared, unsure, and still trying to get it right.
So today, I want to honor every version of mothering.
The mothers who are celebrated loudly.
The mothers who are grieving silently.
The mothers who are doing it alone.
The mothers who had to mother themselves.
The mothers who are healing while raising children.
The mothers whose children are no longer here.
The women who wanted to be mothers and are still waiting.
The aunties, grandmothers, foster mothers, bonus mothers, mentors, and chosen mothers who stepped in with love.
You deserve tenderness today.
The kind that lets you breathe.
The kind that reminds you that you are human before you are anyone’s caretaker.
The kind that says you do not have to be perfect to be deeply valuable.
To every mother and every person carrying a complicated story today: may you feel seen, held, and gently reminded that your love, your grief, your effort, and your humanity all belong.
Happy Mother’s Day. 💐
