Today is Mother’s Day.
If I’m being honest, I’m struggling.
Mother’s Day is often painted in soft pastels and perfect family brunches. But for many of us, this Sunday feels more like a “both/and” scenario—both a celebration of the little ones we love and a quiet reminder of what is complicated, missing, or heavy.
I’ll be honest: my relationship with my own mother isn’t the stuff of greeting cards. There is no easy blueprint for me to follow, and some days, as I navigate life with my three-year-old daughter, I feel like I’m barely keeping myself afloat. Motherhood is hard. It’s messy, loud, and downright exhausting.
But every time I choose patience over a past pattern or a hug over a harsh word, I’m reminded that I am building something new. If you are parenting while reparenting yourself, I see you.
Motherhood isn’t always defined by blood; it’s defined by commitment and love. Today, I want to celebrate the “Bonus Mums,” the step Mums the mentors, the aunts, and the friends who stepped into the gaps.
To the women who believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself—thank you for choosing to be part of my story. You have shown me what nurturing really looks like.
To the women holding little hearts in their memories rather than their arms: you are still a mother. Your motherhood isn’t measured by how long you held your baby, but by the love you continue to carry for them. Whether you are a “loss mum” or navigating the pain of infertility, your heart is seen today.
Whether you’re in the thick of toddler tantrums, grieving a loss, or keeping a respectful distance from a complicated past, know that there is no “right” way to feel today. You don’t have to perform perfection.Take the space you need. And remember—you are doing better than you think you are.
If you, too, are currently hiding in the bathroom for five minutes of peace: I see you.
Happy Mother’s Day
Blessings,
Leeshy x
