31/05/2026
About raising children far from family.
About carrying the mental load when there is no one to call for help.
About learning that self-care isn’t a luxury. It’s a necessity.
And nobody talks enough about becoming a mother when your own mother is no longer here.
My mum passed away when I was 18.
Since becoming a mother, I miss her more than ever.
There are so many moments when I wish I could call her. To ask a question, share a funny story, or simply hear her tell me that I’m doing okay.
At the time, I thought I was grieving my mother.
I didn’t yet know that one day I would also grieve the grandmother she never got to become.
And yet, motherhood has been the greatest gift of my life.
The greatest love I have ever known.
Motherhood has made me understand my own mother more than ever. Her worries, her sacrifices, and the invisible work that so often goes unnoticed.
Recently I learned that flamingos lose their pink colour while nurturing their babies. They give so much of themselves that they temporarily lose the colour that makes them vibrant.
I think many mothers know this feeling.
But the colour comes back. 🦩
Not because we become who we were before.
Because motherhood changes us. It expands us. It teaches us who we are.
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers.
To those holding babies in their arms.
To those guiding grown children.
To those trying to conceive.
To those who miss their mothers.
And to all the women who nurture life in their own way, through communities, friendships, dreams, businesses, art, animals, and causes they deeply believe in.
The world is built on this energy. 💞
