Mother’s Day can feel like a lot of things.
For some, it’s breakfast in bed and handmade cards with crayon hearts.
For others, it’s a quiet ache — for a child lost, a mother gone, a hope still unmet.
Some of us are in the thick of it —
our shirts stained with milk or tears or yesterday’s spaghetti.
Some are watching from afar, grown children living lives they once cradled into being.
And some are still waiting — to become a mother, to meet the one they’ve imagined, to feel the weight of that love in their arms.
To all of you — this one’s for you.
To the new mama, with heavy eyes and a full heart…
You’re doing it. Even on the days that don’t feel magical. Especially then.
To the mama of many, juggling tiny needs with quiet strength…
I see how often you put yourself last. You are building something eternal.
To the mama parenting through grief or divorce or distance…
There is no measure for how deeply you love.
Your motherhood is not defined by circumstance — but by presence.
To the mama with teens who won’t say much these days…
They’re still listening. Still learning from the way you show up.
To the mother who lost her own…
I know today feels heavier.
Grief and love sit side by side in your heart, and that is holy ground.
To the woman who mothers with her heart, not just her body…
Foster moms, aunties, stepmoms, chosen moms, grandmas, teachers —
You are essential threads in the fabric of love.
And to the women still waiting…
Whether your path to motherhood is delayed, different, or uncertain —
you are seen. You are whole. And you are not alone.
Motherhood isn’t just one thing.
It’s not clean or tidy or always joyful.
It’s messy, loud, exhausting, life-giving.
It’s wiping tears and packing lunches.
It’s sleepless nights and sacred firsts.
It’s showing up — over and over again —
even when no one says thank you.
So today, let me say it.
Thank you.
For all the invisible things.
For the soft hands that hold too much.
For the strength you don’t always feel, but always give.
For the stories you carry in your body and the memories you build, moment by moment.
You are not just celebrated today.
You are needed, honored, and loved.
Happy Mother’s Day — to every kind of mother.
You are everything.
Of Crumbs & Cuddles 