05/09/2026
Mother’s Day
My journey with motherhood has always looked a little different.
When I realized I wasn’t going to be celebrated on Mother’s Day, I made the choice to celebrate myself.
I started a tradition of getting myself a plant, something living to nurture and watch grow. That very first Mother’s Day, I had a beautiful live bouquet delivered to my door, along with a note I wrote to myself: “You’re a great mom, and I’m proud of you.”
Today, that tradition is something my daughter and I share, taking a trip to the garden center together to pick out the perfect one.
This year is plant number four. If I’m being honest, though, the day feels heavier this time around. I am learning to accept that that’s okay. I’ve realized that the safer and healthier my life becomes, the more my body finally lets its guard down to feel the buried traumas of the past.
Being a single mother on Mother’s Day can be incredibly lonely. It can be disappointing, shining a harsh spotlight on everything that looks “different” about our families.
But mamas, we are incredible, and we are resilient. We are the entire world to our little ones, and we are doing a beautiful job.
So, if you find yourself in a similar place this weekend, buying your own flowers, feeling the heavy weight of the day, or just trying your best to hold it all together, just know this:
I see you.
I understand you.
And I am so proud of you. 🤍