05/10/2026
Mother’s Day can often feel a bit too saccharine for me. Overly sweet and then also a cherry on top, for good measure. It just doesn’t vibe.
We don’t own language that can accurately describe its layered, intertwined, ruggedness. Women being able to birth and evolve and depend on their fight/flight/freeze survival animal instincts is literally the reason anyone is here. Even the people who…well, yeah anyway.
And somehow. SOMEHOW. In this rugged, survival-first, don’t f with me or my baby situation, we are also SO tender and loving and, yes sweet, with our babies. They need it. Oxytocin plus a lifetime of endless love. They bond so hard to us. We like to focus on the saccharine, but the survival I’ll-do-literally-animalistic-anything to keep this baby alive fierce mother is not the focus on Mother’s Day.
I get it. I get why. But anyway. It’s true. And the mom’s all know it’s just as much or more that than the sweet stuff.
But, also of course yes. Sweet lovie dovie hearts and all that too. Obvi!
Photos in here include work by and 🤍 you two
