The Constant in Our Ever Changing Lives
“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” - Rudyard Kipling
Before we learn to speak, we learn to read our mother’s expression. Her smile is the first sun we orbit, her voice the first song we recognize. In a world we don’t yet understand, she is our interpreter, translating hunger into food, tears into comfort, silence into presence. We come to know ourselves first through her gaze. Long before mirrors or names, she reflects our worth, our potential, our place in the world.
What’s remarkable is how she never lets go of those early versions of us. In the world, we shed our child-like skin as we grow up and move on. But to a mother, each version of her child still lives - the toddler who clung to her leg, the teenager who slammed doors, the adult who now texts more than talks. She holds them all like snapshots in an album only she can see. In this way, a mother is a fluid time traveler, able to move between the past, present, and future of her children.
She is our anchor and our wings. She reminds us who we were when we forget, and believes in who we could be when we falter. That’s the magic: motherhood is not just about care, but about vision. She sees through us and ahead of us. She hopes for us even when we’ve stopped hoping. There’s a steady defiance in that, a refusal to let us shrink into something smaller than we are.
Mother’s Day tends to be all about gratitude with cards, flowers, and calls. But perhaps the deeper gesture is simply to acknowledge what she’s carried that no one else has. Not just the sleepless nights or the endless to-do lists, but the quiet emotional labor of remembering for us, holding space for us, and believing in us through every version we’ve been.
Because even as we change, stumble, grow, or drift, she never forgets who we are. And if we take a moment to see her clearly, we might realize she’s been quietly holding our entire story all along. This Mother’s Day, more than gifts or words, perhaps the greatest thing we can offer is recognition, to see her as the one constant through every version of ourselves. The one who has always been there, loving us unconditionally through it all.
Happy Mother's Day and thank you to all moms!
