As Mother’s Day approaches, I’m thinking of everyone this weekend who might feel tender.

Those still trying to conceive. Those grieving a pregnancy, a baby, or a child. Those missing the life they hoped would be here by now. Those with complicated relationships with their mothers. Those grieving them, missing them, or longing for something that was never quite there.

In Victoria, the camas flowers are blooming again. Sweeping fields of purple, spilling down the cliffside toward the ocean.

They always remind me of Mother’s Day, and how beauty and ache can live side by side.

Please let yourself move through this weekend in the way you need to.

Skip what feels like too much. Log off when you need space. Spend time in nature. Rest your body. Be with someone who gets it. Say no without guilt.

May your grief be met with tenderness. May your longing have room to breathe.

And may the part of you that has hoped, waited, remembered, and kept going be held with gentleness.

Sending love to every tender heart moving through Mother’s Day. 💜