Where Love Lingers: A Mother’s Day for the Broken and Blooming

Mother’s Day carries so many faces.

For some, it’s sticky hands bringing dandelions, noise in every corner, and a never-ending mess that somehow feels like love.

For others, it’s quiet. Too quiet. A house once full now echoes with memories of little feet that have grown and gone.

Some wake up to breakfast in bed.

Others wake up with a lump in their throat, missing a mom they can no longer call. I know that ache. My mom has been gone since 2019—and there’s not a day that passes that I don’t wish for one more hug, one more laugh, one more moment.

There are mothers today whose arms are empty.

Mamas who carried life but never heard a cry.

Mothers who had to say goodbye before they were ready—because let’s be honest, we’re never ready.

There are women longing to be mothers.

There are mothers doing the hard work in the thick of it—exhausted, unseen, but still standing.

There are grandmothers raising grandchildren, single moms doing double duty, and women mothering in ways the world doesn’t always see.

And yet—through the tears, the chaos, the silence, the longing—there’s still something sacred about this calling.

Whether you are mourning, celebrating, enduring, or somewhere in between…

You are not alone.

You are loved.

You are part of this beautiful, broken, blooming thing we call motherhood.

This Mother’s Day, I hold space for it all.

For the ones we lost.

For the ones we’re raising.

For the ones we’re still waiting for.

To every kind of mom—happy Mother’s Day.

You are the wildflower.

You are the wonder.

And you are never, ever forgotten.

With love,

Chasity

Wildflowers and Wonder