The Mothers We Are, The Mothers We Become
Mothers are our first teachers, shaping us long before we understand the depth of their influence. They pass down wisdom through words, gestures, and silence—sometimes teaching through love, sometimes through absence. The lucky ones are held, guided, and nurtured. Others must learn to mother themselves, stitching together love from the remnants of what was missing.
Motherhood, whether given or chosen, is a spiritual journey. It teaches patience, resilience, and the kind of love that bends but never breaks. A mother shows us the unseen—how to listen beyond words, how to trust what we feel, how to recognize the sacred in the mundane. Whether they spoke the language of tenderness or taught us through struggle, they shaped our perception of love and belonging.
Yet, we are not bound by the past. We have the power to evolve, to mother differently than we were mothered. Cycles can shift. Wounds can heal. We can raise our children with the softness we once craved, with the understanding that love is not only inherited but also built, choice by choice.
Some of us find mothering in friendships, in mentors, in the quiet self-care of learning to love ourselves deeply. Others rediscover it in parenting—choosing to do better, love wider, and listen more. It is a sacred act to rewrite the story, to give our children what we once wished for.
Motherhood is a journey of expansion. Whether we receive, give, or find it within ourselves, the essence remains the same: Love. A love that grows, learns, and transforms, generation by generation.
Thank you for reading!
Sandra
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