Mother’s Day can be tender ground. For some, it is a celebration. For others, a reminder of what was lost, what never was, or what could never be.

But before we were daughters, we were souls carried in the wombs of women who carried the stories of those who came before them. Even if the relationship has frayed or been severed, the roots still run deep.

We come from a lineage of grandmothers and great-grandmothers we may never know — women whose names we do not speak but whose stories echo in our bones. They are the unseen threads that tether us to something greater, to the sacred and the ancient.

Today, let us honor the first home we ever knew. Let us honor the women who carried us, whether in love, in pain, or in silence. And let us honor the unseen mothers in our lineage who left us legacies that may never be spoken but are felt in the marrow of our being.

Happy Mother’s Day to every woman — to those who birthed, to those who raised, to those who mother in their own ways. 

You are seen.
You are loved.
You are part of a vast, unbroken chain.

Ella xx