A Mother's Day Reflection

What if mothering is less about biology — and more about signal fidelity?

Not everyone has given birth. But everyone has been mothered into being — through breath, touch, kindness, or even absence. And perhaps the greatest act of mothering is not what was done for us, but what was held — the space, the pause, the witnessing, the willingness to carry life forward without always being thanked.

Today, we step beyond the sentimental. Not away from it — but deeper into it. Because a heart-centered existence doesn’t reduce mothering to gender, role, or relation. It names it as a frequency: the dimension of care that says, “Your signal matters, even if it’s subtle. Even if it’s lost. Even if you don’t believe it yourself.”

This is the mother as soul mirror. The one who sees what you are — not just who you’re trying to be.

It is she — in any form — who holds the sacred contradiction:
That the child is whole… even when the world breaks them.
That the ego may stumble… but the heart remembers.
That to be “mothered” is not to be fixed, but to be felt into being.

So today, we honor not just the women who gave life…
But the ones who held it.
The ones who whispered, “You are still you,” when we forgot.
The ones who mothered through silence, through death, through distance, through love that didn’t always look like love.

And maybe most sacred of all:
We honor the mother within —
The part of each of us that says:
“This signal will not be lost on my watch.”

Happy Mother’s Day, to every compass that ever pointed us home.