I grew up surrounded by strong women—gentle and kind in their ways, speaking with warmth and rarely uttering a harsh word, even while enduring deep and painful struggles. It breaks my heart to see them carry so much, and it hurts even more knowing I can’t lift the weight they bear as mothers.
How they manage to stay composed and graceful despite everything they go through is beyond me. From being young moms to now, decades later, they continue to face life with quiet courage, and only now am I beginning to understand the struggles I couldn’t grasp when I was still naive.
Mothers are truly angels on earth—fighting silently and loving endlessly, no matter how lost or broken their children become. Sometimes it feels unfair that they don’t have a choice in the kind of soul that grows within them, whether that child turns out kind, obedient, or troubled. But even then, they choose love. They embrace their children as they are, not as they hoped they’d be. And even when those children stray and return like prodigals, a mother’s heart remains open—loving through flaws, accepting through pain—because that’s what mothers do.
I can’t do much, but as a daughter, I deeply appreciate all the hardships of the women around me: my mom, my grandma, and my auntie. They are strong warriors. I brought them simple gifts, and it brought smiles to their faces. I pray those smiles remain. I hope they find peace and joy as they continue to serve our families, always putting others before themselves.
I pray they experience more joy, and that they encounter God not just in their hardships but also in the quiet, ordinary days. Sometimes I wish I could give them the world, just to ease a little of the pain—but I can't. Still, I believe God will someday wipe away all their tears, and they will be glad they endured. All I can do now is show kindness and support them in whatever small ways I can.
I pray that all our moms find peace—that they sleep longer, eat without rushing, and no longer feel the constant pressure to get everything done. I hope they receive the same love they so freely give. I hope they enjoy life, that they smile and laugh often, and that their dreams come true—dreams they probably dreamed for their children, not for themselves. Oh God, please bless our moms. Thank You for their enduring love, for the love they have poured out to us—a love that reflects Yours.
