05/11/2025
Today, I want to honor the truth of motherhood—not just the picture-perfect moments, but the raw, aching, beautiful reality of it.
To the women who gave their bodies over to stretch and scar, who have lost sleep, blood, hair, and pieces of their former selves just to bring life into this world—your sacrifices are etched in the very bones of your children.
To the mothers whose hips ache from carrying toddlers on one side while stirring dinner with the other, whose backs throb from lifting and holding and rocking through meltdowns and midnight fevers—you are stronger than you know.
To the mothers who carry invisible loads: the mental lists, the constant worries, the emotional labor of keeping everyone afloat—even when you feel like you’re sinking
—you are warriors dressed in everyday clothes.
To those navigating motherhood through grief, illness, trauma, or exhaustion
—you are still showing up. And that is nothing short of incredible.
You are the heartbeat of your families, the soft place to land, the fierce protector, the one who endures.
Motherhood is not just love—it's labor. It's literal pain. It’s putting your needs second so often you forget what your needs even were.
It’s the mental load that never shuts off. The way your heart walks around outside your body, even when your arms are empty.
And yet—still—you show up. You give, you hold, you carry.
This Mother’s Day, may you feel seen. Not just for what you do, but for everything you’ve given up, for every tear you’ve hidden, for every quiet triumph you never celebrated.
You are powerful. You are irreplaceable. You are real.
And that is everything.
I love you.
Happy Mother’s Day.
