Strength and Softness

Mothers come in all kinds of packages.Some express love through flour dusted hands and the smell of something warm in the oven.Some through laughter in the backyard, puzzles on the table, and grass stained knees.Some through firm voices, clear boundaries, and steady strength.At first glance, they may seem different, tender or strong, playful or serious.But beneath it all lies the same sacred instinct: protection.A mother protects!That is why we picture her as a mama bear, fierce when needed, gentle when possible. Strong enough to stand in the storm, soft enough to hold us when we fall.There is something almost divine about motherhood. Mothers seem to know everything, sense everything, guard everything. They fight battles we never see and carry worries we never fully understand.Over time, the one who once carried us becomes the quiet oracle of wisdom. The woman who endured tantrums, sleepless nights, and teenage storms becomes the steady voice we call when life feels uncertain.Today is not Mother’s Day but gratitude doesn’t need a date on the calendar.To mothers of every culture, every temperament, every story, THANK YOU!And yes, my mother was one of those. 💜BW