- May 10
- 2 min read
As the church celebrated all mothers in the assembly, I looked at her and my heart felt so full of gratitude and happiness knowing that every single day, she celebrates me too — through her spontaneous hugs, the little nicknames she gives me, the time we spend together, and her affection.
Even the fact that I am the one she comes to when she needs comfort or a listening ear is, in its own way, a form of love and appreciation. Feeling seen all year long through all the little “thank you, mom” moments.
We mothers give without expecting anything in return. Everything we do comes from love and from the heart, but there is also a sense of duty in motherhood. Being a mom is still a full-time role where you must show up every single day — without days off or accumulated vacation time.
And there’s a funny paradox in all of this:feeling deeply grateful to live this role, feeling fulfilled by our children’s love… while also sometimes feeling overwhelmed seeing all the Mother’s Day posts and gifts shared on social media.
I’ve often hoped to feel “seen” through a special gift — not because of the price or the quantity, but because it felt thoughtful and meaningful.
Yet the older I get, the more I realize that simply feeling loved and knowing that a genuine thought came from her is already more than enough.
Coming back to my faith these last three years has also made me more mindful and reflective about life — not only as a mother, but also as a daughter and as a child of God.
It’s strange how becoming a mother somehow brought me back to being a daughter too.
The older I get, the more I think about all the quiet things mothers carry that nobody else sees but God.
And maybe that is also how my faith feels different now than it did years ago.
I see God less in the big moments and more in the everyday love, patience, forgiveness, and presence we try to give the people we love — especially our mothers.
The older I get, the more I realize that some of the greatest gifts in life don’t come wrapped.
They look like coffee dates with my mother.Spontaneous hugs from my daughter.Ordinary conversations with both my mom and daughter.Quiet presence.Another morning God allows us to share together.
And maybe that’s what motherhood has taught me most:love is rarely found in grand gestures,but almost always in the everyday moments we could have easily overlooked.

