05/10/2026
For the past 22 years, Mother’s Day has been challenging for me.
There’s still a part of me that longs for my mother in such a deep and quiet way… for her comfort, her softness, her reassurance, wisdom. And at the same time, I feel so grateful that I get to experience motherhood myself.
I think about the foundation she gave me. The way she loved me. Protected me. The way she made me feel safe in the world. And how that has been the bar at which I raise my own family.
Maybe part of honoring our mothers is learning to give some of that love back to ourselves.
To mother ourselves.To speak to ourselves more gently.To soften toward the parts of ourselves that are carrying unseen hurt.To nurture not only our children and the people around us — but also and especially, the woman within us.
Maman was created in honor of my mother, but I think part of creating Maman was my way of giving the mothering I still longed to receive. Creating spaces where people feel maternally supported, cared for, seen, safe, and held.
And somehow, through giving that to others… I ended up receiving it too. 🥹
Women naturally carry mothering energy within them — whether they are mothers or not. The desire to nurture, to create warmth, to hold others with softness, to turn spaces into homes and communities into family.
There’s something deeply feminine and sacred about our feminine energy. Quiet but powerful. Soft but strong.
Maybe one of the greatest ways we honor our mothers…is by loving the person they worked so hard to raise. 🤍
Our little apartment in NY during my dad’s residency.
❤️
