Mother’s Day Reflections: The Day Came, The Day Went

Well, Mother’s Day came and went. And if you're anything like me, you're probably still a little emotionally hungover.

Maybe you got breakfast in bed. Perhaps you were the one cooking it. Maybe you had a beautiful day with your family, or it felt bittersweet, chaotic, and flat-out exhausting. For moms, Mother’s Day rarely looks like the picture-perfect version we see online.

Now that the flowers are wilting and the cards are shoved in a drawer, I’ve been reflecting on what this day really brought up—and what it means to actually feel seen and celebrated in motherhood.

Mother’s Day Is a Mirror

Whether you're a new mom, a seasoned parent, or somewhere in between, Mother's Day reflects where we are emotionally.

It shines a light on how supported we feel (or don’t), what we’re still carrying behind the scenes, and how much unspoken labor goes into holding everything together. You can love your family with your whole heart and still feel invisible sometimes. That doesn’t make you ungrateful, it makes you human.

The Real Moments Don’t Make the Social Feed

No one posted the part where you were up late doing laundry so there’d be clean clothes for brunch. Or the moment you cried because it was just too much. Or that quiet ache for a mom you’re missing this year.

These are the parts that matter most. They’re not photogenic, but they are real. And they are a part of your story.

Let the Day Be What It Is

This year, I didn’t try to script Mother’s Day. I didn’t force the magic or over-plan. I just tried to be present. Some parts were lovely, others were not, and I let both exist without guilt.

If your day didn’t go the way you hoped, you’re not alone. And if it did? Amazing, rub it in why don’t ya??? Just kidding. You deserve it.

A Little Self-Care Reminder

If you’re feeling the emotional (and literal) puffiness from all of it, treat yourself to these microneedle under-eye patches that work actual magic on tired eyes. I swear to you, these are like having a lower bleph overnight.

Motherhood is layered. Messy. Sacred. Exhausting. Beautiful. I hope you felt celebrated. And if you didn’t, I hope you at least peed alone a couple of times. That counts too.