10/05/2025
Mothers are divine portals.
Bridges between worlds.
Carriers of life, spirit, and soul.
Today is Mexican Motherās Day, and a few days ago, a photo found its way to meā
It caught me completely off guard.
It was my momā¦ breastfeeding me as a baby.
I had no idea I was ever breastfed.
Iād asked her before, and she couldnāt remember.
But somehow, this photo resurfaced after all these years,
and it felt like I uncovered a sacred piece of my story.
It explained so much.
Without even realizing it, my mother planted the seed of how I would one day mother.
38 years later, her baby now has her own babyā
and Iām doing the same thing.
Feeding, loving, nurturing from a deep, instinctual place.
She passed down something without saying a word.A sacred devotion and a kind of love that gives without asking, that sacrifices without applause.
That kind of love becomes a blueprint.
This photo reminded me of what motherhood really is.
Not the polished version we see onlineā¦
but the raw, tender, powerful truth of it:
Loving through exhaustion.
Giving even when you feel empty.
Carrying life in your body, then in your arms,
and eventually, in your spiritāforever.
My mom has always shown up that way.
Even when she were little, she gave us everything.
Her strength, her softness, her unwavering loveā
it shaped who I am.
She didnāt just raise me.
She showed me how to be.
How to love, how to trust, how to mother with heart and intention.
This picture is more than a memory.
Itās a reminder of what it means to be a mother:
To give fully.
To love unconditionally.
To be a vessel that brings life into this world.
Mothers are sacred.
They are the first home.
The beginning of everything.
So today, I honor my mom.
Her strength, her softness, her sacrifices, her love.
She taught meāwithout ever saying a wordāhow to mother from the heart.
Cherish the mothers.
They are the portal and our sacred beginning.
