Dear Mother, I see you.

I see the love, the doubt, the confusion.

I see the selflessness, but also the deep desire to be cared for yourself.

This moment is a cluster of emotions, and sometimes all you need is for someone to simply say: “I see you.”

Well—I do.

I see the way your body has changed, softened, ached.

I see how you wonder if you’re doing this right.

How you scroll through endless advice, but what you really want is someone to sit beside you in the quiet and say,

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

I see how strong you are.

But I also see that you’re tired of being strong all the time.

There is no handbook for becoming a mother.

Only the slow becoming—the messy, holy, tender process of letting go and learning all at once.

You are not behind. You are not broken.

You are becoming. And that is sacred.

So here’s what I hope you hear today:

You are enough.

You’re doing beautifully.

You are allowed to rest, to ask for help, to feel everything at once.

And if no one else has said it—

I’m proud of you.

SonderBound