Every Day Is Mother's Day to Me

Every Day Is Mother's Day to Me

As the world celebrates Mother’s Day with cards, flowers, and family gatherings, I find myself reflecting on what this day truly means. While many see it as a once-a-year holiday, for me, every day is Mother’s Day.

Most people don’t know that I had a very difficult path to motherhood. I experienced three miscarriages and two stillbirths—five heart-wrenching losses that nearly broke me. Those silent battles and sacred souls taught me more about strength, faith, and the depth of a mother’s love than words could ever express.

That’s why I don’t wait for one special Sunday in May to feel grateful—I live with that gratitude every single day.

Becoming a mother wasn’t something I ever took for granted. It was a journey paved with pain, healing, hope, and miracles. And because of that, I cherish my children more than anything else in this universe. Their laughter, their presence, even the challenging moments—they are all sacred to me. I see them through the eyes of someone who once feared they might never arrive.

Over the years, I’ve been criticized for being “too overprotective” or “too attached” to my kids. Maybe it’s because of everything I went through just to have them. Or maybe it’s something deeper—something carried over from past lives, where I may have experienced loss or separation. Whatever the reason, the bond I feel with my children is unshakable. And even now, as they have grown into young adults and begin to carve their own paths, that love remains just as fierce, just as pure.

Motherhood is not just something I live—it’s something I honor. I honor it in every bedtime story, every scraped knee, every heart-to-heart conversation, and every whispered “I love you.” I celebrate not just what I have now, but also what I’ve lost—because all of it shaped me into the mother I am today.

This is just the short version—a glimpse into part of my road to motherhood. One day, I may share the full journey in a book. Until then, I’ll keep speaking from my heart, loving my children with all I have, and holding space for every mother—no matter where she is on her path.

So yes, Mother’s Day is beautiful. But for me, the true celebration is in the everyday moments. The ordinary is my extraordinary. And I’ll never stop being thankful for the life I now hold in my arms and in my heart.

To all the mothers who’ve known loss, longing, and love: your strength is immeasurable. Your journey is sacred. And your heart is a living testament to what it means to be a mother—every single day.