Navigating Love, Loss, and Legacy: A Mother’s Day Reflection
Mother’s Day is often painted in soft pastels and wrapped in ribbons of joy, but for many of us, the day carries layers far deeper than flowers and brunch plans. This year, my Mother’s Day was a beautiful blend of emotions; some joyful, some heavy, all deeply meaningful.
There were moments that made me smile: sweet gestures from loved ones, reminders that I am cherished, and the presence of the children God has placed in my care. But beneath those blessings was a quiet grief that lingered, the kind of grief that only deep love can leave behind. I felt the absence of my grandmother in every part of the day. She wasn’t just family, she was my person. My safe place. The woman who poured into me with a love so steady, it still echoes in my spirit.
Without her, the day felt different… heavier. Not worse, but weightier. Her love shaped the way I love. I mother because she mothered me. I pour into others because she first poured into me. Her legacy lives in every hug I give, every prayer I whisper, and every lesson I pass on.
Grieving on Mother’s Day can feel isolating, especially when the person you miss is the one who made the day matter. But through the ache, I leaned into God even more. I had to. When words failed, He spoke. When the sorrow felt thick, He reminded me that even in the silence of loss, there’s still purpose.
And for that, I’m grateful. I’m thankful for my portion- for the calling of motherhood, the children I’ve been entrusted to nurture, the strength to keep showing up, and the grace that meets me every time I feel I’ve reached my limit. The tears didn’t erase the joy, they deepened it. Because I know I am walking a path that was paved by generations of love and sacrifice.
To every mother who spent the day navigating both love and loss—you are not alone. You are covered in grace, chosen with intention, and more than enough. Whether your heart was full, heavy, or somewhere in between, know that your presence matters. Your love matters. And your journey, no matter how complex, is sacred.
This year, I carry my grandmother’s legacy with me a little more tenderly. And I’ll keep walking forward, with faith in my heart and her strength in my bones.
