Mother’s Day holds a different meaning for me these days.
In the early years, it was all about sticky breakfast-in-bed surprises, homemade cards with backward letters, and the tightest of hugs around my neck.
It was about feeling like the queen of the day, with my little one showering me with love.
But as life has rolled on, Mother’s Day has gently shifted focus.
Now, I find myself just as much – if not more – celebrating my daughters as they journey through motherhood themselves.
It’s a beautiful evolution.
Two of my daughters are my stepdaughters, yet there’s nothing “step” about the love we share.
They are simply my girls.
I’m blessed to have three daughters and now, three precious grandchildren who call me “Oma,” a title that fills my heart in ways I never could have imagined.
There’s something truly magical about watching your children become mothers.
Seeing the fierce love, the patience, the worry, and the pride in their eyes reminds me of my own early days.
It’s a strange but lovely feeling – a shift from being at the centre of the celebration to standing back and marvelling at the next generation.
And you know what? I would not have it any other way.
Of course, Mother’s Day would not feel complete without taking the time to honour my own mum, too.
She’s the woman who shaped me, who taught me resilience and kindness, and who is still my biggest cheerleader.
Celebrating her is a reminder the role of “mother” never really stops.
No matter how old we are, we still look to our mums for comfort, for advice, for that unconditional love that only a mother can give.
Being a mother is not just about the milestones or the picture-perfect moments.
It’s in the everyday. It’s wiping away tears and finding lost toys. It’s late-night chats and early morning worries. It’s learning to let go, little by little, as your children grow and find their own way.
It’s about patience, forgiveness, fierce love, and pride so big it almost bursts out of your chest.
It’s also about recognising that family is not always defined by biology.
Love is what makes a mother.
And being a stepmum has only reinforced that truth for me a hundred times over.
I did not give birth to all of my girls, but I have loved them, worried about them, celebrated their wins, and stood beside them just the same.
Now, as an Oma, the circle of motherhood feels even richer.
Seeing those little faces light up when they see me, hearing their laughter, feeling their trust – it’s a kind of joy that’s impossible to describe but so easy to feel.
So this Mother’s Day, while my daughters are busy celebrating
each other, and my grandchildren
are scattering love everywhere, I’ll
take a quiet moment to feel deeply grateful – for the generations of women who came before me, for the family I have, and for the incredible journey of motherhood that
continues to unfold in the most beautiful ways.
Happy Mother’s Day, from my heart to yours.
