This Mother’s Day, We See the Woman Behind the Title

Before you were someone’s mother,
you were someone’s daughter.
Someone’s dream.
Someone’s little girl with scraped knees and wild ambition.

And sometimes, motherhood makes the world forget that.
Sometimes, you forget that.

So this Mother’s Day, let’s make space for you—
not just as “Mom,” but as the woman who still aches, still dreams, still desires, and still deserves softness.

Because the truth is—
motherhood isn’t just beautiful. It’s brutal.
It’s sacred and exhausting.
It’s joy laced with guilt.
It’s love so deep it breaks and builds you all at once.

And if no one’s told you lately:

You are doing more than enough.
Even on the days you feel invisible.
Even when the laundry’s piled up and your patience runs thin.
Even when you question whether you’re getting any of it right.

You are the glue.
The heartbeat.
The quiet strength in the chaos.
The legacy in motion.

But hear this, sis:
You are not just a role.
You are a whole damn woman.

And your story matters—
not just the parts that serve others,
but the parts that still belong to you.

The dreams you shelved.
The art you haven’t made time for.
The body you’re learning to love again.
The voice you’re still finding.

This Mother’s Day, we honor it all.
The sacrifices. The softness. The survival. The sensuality. The self.

And if you’ve ever felt unseen in your motherhood,
let this be your reminder:

You are sacred.
You are powerful.
You are more than worthy of being poured into—
not just once a year, but daily.