You Were Always Enough, Mama - A Mother’s Day Offering of Grace


Somewhere in the corner of a kitchen, a mother is reheating her coffee for the third time, trying to remember when she last sat down.
Another mother is staring at her phone, missing the smile of her baby she hasn’t held in days because work took her far away.
A third sits quietly at a school function, smiling politely at questions like, “Oh, your child still doesn’t speak?” or “Aren’t they too thin?”

Everywhere - in small ways and big - mothers carry silent stories.

And on this Mother’s Day, I want to say:
You are enough. You always were. You always will be.

Motherhood Was Never Meant to Be Perfect. It Was Meant to Be Real.

We are a generation of mothers pulled in a thousand directions.
Some of us breastfeed, some don’t.
Some of us work, some stay at home.
Some of us cook every meal, some order in.
Some of us co-sleep, some sleep train.
Some of us raise our kids alone, while others are surrounded by help yet still feel alone.

And still — we all carry the same love in our hearts.
The same deep longing to raise kind, whole children.
The same desire to be seen not for what we lack, but for what we give.

Yet how often do we, as mothers, look at each other through lenses of judgment?

  • "You still carry your child? That’s spoiling."

  • "They haven’t started walking yet?"

  • "You work? Who watches your baby?"

  • "Your child is so ill-mannered — do you even discipline them?"

We’ve all heard it.
And let’s be honest — we’ve all said things too, sometimes out of concern, sometimes out of projection, sometimes just because we didn’t know better.

But here’s the truth: most mothers are already fighting invisible battles.

Guilt.
Exhaustion.
Loneliness.
Fear of messing up.
The deep ache of not being able to do it all.

And what they need is not another voice pointing out what’s “missing” —
but one saying, “I see you, Mama. You're doing beautifully.”

Clean Language, Open Hearts

We can change the culture of motherhood if we begin with kindness - to ourselves and to each other.

When we speak to another mother, we can choose clean, compassionate language.
Instead of asking “Isn’t your child too old for diapers?”, we can say “Every child has their own pace - you know what’s best.”
Instead of commenting “Oh, they’re so hyper,” we can offer “They have such strong energy - that’s wonderful!”

Unless we’re witnessing real harm or abuse, we are not here to police each other’s parenting.
We are here to uplift. To share. To walk alongside - not above.

Let’s break the unspoken competition. Let’s stop performing for each other. Let’s stop the pressure of curated perfection.

Let’s become mirrors of grace.

You Were Chosen

No matter your story, know this:
Your child chose you.
Not the “perfect” you. Not the one with answers to everything.
But you - with your heart, your soul, your unique way of loving.

Whether you are near or far, working or resting, showing up loud or loving in quiet -
you are their mother.
And that bond is beyond conditions.

A Gentle Healing Ritual for the Mama Heart

Find a moment just for you. Let this be your sacred pause.

  1. Light a diya/candle - symbolising the warmth you offer the world.

  2. Place your hand on your heart and whisper softly:
    “I forgive myself for the moments I felt I wasn’t enough.
    I honour the mother I am today.
    I release the need to compare or compete.
    I remember - I am chosen, and I am cherished.”

  3. Write a note to yourself, beginning with: “Dear Mama, I see you...”
    Let your truth spill - your fatigue, your hopes, your love.

  4. Bless another mother today- send a message, make a call, smile at a stranger. Let your kindness ripple.

You Are a Blessing

So, to every mother reading this:
Whether you’re raising toddlers, teens, or grown-ups…
Whether you’re doing it all or barely holding it together…
Whether you feel seen or unseen…

Know this:
You are not alone.
You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not failing.

You are a miracle in motion.
A sacred space of love.
And you are doing enough, just as you are.

Happy Mother’s Day, from one soul to another.
Let’s honour it today, but let’s live it every day.

With love,
Rasikaapriti



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