15/03/2026
For some women, today will may have been full of joy.
Breakfast trays will have been carried carefully upstairs, handmade cards covered in glitter delivered and small arms wrapped tightly around necks. For many mothers, this day really is soft and beautiful, and that deserves to be celebrated.
But for others, this day can feel more tender. It may carry the quiet ache of the baby you never held, the grief of a mother you have lost, or the complicated weight of a relationship that was never quite what it should have been. Sometimes it is the feeling of watching your children grow further away with every passing year.
Motherhood itself comes in so many forms. Some women are mothering tiny humans. Some are guiding teenagers through the stormy years. Some are still holding space for grown adults who return again and again to the safety of their mother’s love.
And many women are mothering in ways the world does not always recognise. They are nurturing students, communities, animals, gardens, creative ideas and the quiet dreams that one day grow into something real. Some are simply learning how to mother themselves with the same tenderness they offer everyone else.
Motherhood is rarely one neat picture. It is messy and magical, exhausting and sacred, heartbreaking and heart expanding, sometimes all at once.
Today I honour every version of this journey. The women in the thick of it, the women longing for it, the women healing from it and the women carrying it quietly in ways nobody else sees.
If today feels beautiful, I celebrate with you. If today feels heavy, I see you. There is space for every experience of this day here.
