Mother’s Day can stir up a beautiful mix of memories, hopes, and heartaches. For many, it’s a day filled with gratitude, hugs, and family gatherings. But for others, it’s a day that carries quiet grief, longing, or remembrance. No matter how this day finds you, I want you to know this: you are seen, loved, and not forgotten.

This post is a sacred pause to honor every kind of mother—because the depth of a mother’s love is not defined by circumstances, but by the heart behind it.

As winter tightens its grip on our local lake, a captivating sight never fails to draw me in: geese gliding gracefully over the frozen surface. Now resembling a vast glacier, the lake becomes a stage where these majestic birds perform their daily ballet. Observing them has given me profound insights into empty nest transformation, a journey many embark on as our children leave home.

Motherhood had always been a dream of mine. From a young age, I envisioned myself nurturing a child, guiding them through life’s milestones, and creating a family filled with love and laughter. However, as life often does, my journey to motherhood took a series of unexpected twists and turns, testing my faith, resilience, and ability to embrace the unpredictable.