To All the Mamas, With Love – A Mother's Day Salute

To All the Mamas, With Love – A Mother's Day Salute

Today, we hit pause—not just for the flowers and sweet notes, but to shout a full-hearted thank you to the real MVPs: moms, mommas-to-be, aunts, sisters, godmothers, grandmothers, and all the phenomenal women who make the world a softer, warmer, more magical place.

As someone raised in a big, noisy, love-soaked extended family, I didn't just have one mom—I had a whole army of them. From my selfless grandmother who took care of 15 grandkids under one roof (yes, you read that right!) to my mom’s sisters who embraced me as their own—bathing me, feeding me, dressing me, staying up with me when I was unwell—I was wrapped in so much love, it stitched itself into the woman I am today.

To my aunts who never stopped cheering me on, and to my sisters and sisters-in-law who made me an aunt—thank you for letting me practice motherhood through your little bundles of joy. I’ve learned the chaos and calm, the sleepless nights and silly giggles, and above all, the grace of showing up with love, every single day.

Let’s not forget the warrior women—the moms of my students—who trusted me to guide, nurture, and educate their children for hours each day. Your trust means the world. To my friends who are moms, moms-to-be, and moms-in-waiting: you are seen, you are celebrated, and you are deeply, fiercely loved.

Motherhood isn't defined by biology. It's about the love that nurtures, the strength that uplifts, and the wisdom that guides. Today, we honor the many forms of motherhood—the village that raises a child, the sisterhood that holds us up, the love that keeps us going.

So here’s to the everyday heroines who kiss scraped knees, pack lunches, build dreams, wipe tears, and teach us how to walk—both literally and through life. You’re the real architects of society, planting seeds of kindness, resilience, and grace.

Happy Mother’s Day, from my heart to yours.

“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.” – Maya Angelou