05/10/2026
Motherhood changes shape so many times throughout our lives.
Some seasons are loud and busy and overflowing with little hands, little voices, and endless needs. And some seasons become quieter⌠reflective⌠nostalgic.
Today at the flower farm, I didnât feel called to do flower work or heavy prep for the season ahead. Instead, I found myself tending to small maintenance jobs that often get overlooked. And somehow, it felt fitting for Motherâs Day.
One thing that caught my attention was the hens and chicks,Sempervivum, a hardy low maintenance succulent.
The mother plant grows tiny babies all around her. Over time, the center fades, but not before creating new life to carry on. Hardy, resilient, needing very little, reaching for the sun â and remarkably, one of the only succulents that survives our Canadian winters.
It made me think about mothers.
How we give everything we can to help our children grow strong enough to spread their own wings. And while thereâs a bittersweetness to watching that chapter change, thereâs also beauty in what comes next.
For me, this season is feeling the empty nesterâŚand yet loving being a Gamma. A whole new kind of joy. One where the roots are deep, the pressure is lighter, and the love only continues to grow.
To every mother, grandmother, stepmom, bonus mom, grieving mother, waiting mother, pet mom, and nurturer in whatever season youâre in â Happy Motherâs Day. đ¤