My feelings on Mother's Day and my relationship w/motherhood are messy and complicated, so accepting recognition or special gifts for being a mother feels weird to me 95% of the time...and I'm pretty upfront about that. This makes it a bit difficult for my husband and kids to know what to do on days like these. But there's that 5% of the time where being seen and appreciated for being fully myself and part of my family feels like the very best thing I could ask for. I think that's because it's a reminder that I'm not alone and that I am loved unconditionally-regardless of my struggle w/motherhood as a defining identity.
Today is falling under that 5%. My heart and thoughts are with those of you who for whatever reason, struggle with this day and all that's wrapped up in it and in this identity. I see you. I hear you. I get it. I celebrate you and your truths around this, whatever they may be. ✊🏽❤️