There are things she did that didn’t draw attention to themselves. They just happened, were taken care of, were there when they needed to be.
Mother’s Day brings those moments into focus. You notice the effort that sits behind the routine; the planning, the patience, the constant thinking ahead. The kind of effort that doesn’t announce itself, but keeps everything moving.
What she gave wasn’t dramatic. It was consistent. It was practical. It was love expressed through action rather than words. The things you barely noticed at the time, but recognise now.
This is a moment of acknowledgement. An honest recognition of everything that went into making things work.
For the hands that held yours. For the care that never came with conditions.
For everything she's given you.