So, Mother’s Day is here again. And if you’re anything like me—thirty-something, balancing work, relationships, healing your inner child, maybe raising a tiny human or just trying to keep your plants alive—you’re probably feeling this one a little differently than you did in your 20s.
Because now, we get it. Or at least, we get more of it. We see how much invisible labor went into the seemingly “little things”—the snacks magically appearing in the pantry, the way she always knew when something was off, the survival-level multitasking it took to keep a household (and maybe herself) from unraveling. We’ve become the age our moms were when they were raising us, and let me tell you: I’m giving past generations of moms a retroactive standing ovation.
Maybe your mom is still your safe place. Maybe you’re healing from a complicated relationship. Maybe you lost her too soon. Or maybe, this year, you became the mom. Whatever your story looks like, Mother’s Day is less about flowers and brunch reservations and more about pausing to recognize the realness of what motherhood is—messy, sacred, exhausting, world-changing work.
It’s the early mornings, the emotional labor, the showing up even when it’s hard. It’s wiping noses and fighting for IEPs and cheering from the sidelines and knowing exactly how to fix something that isn’t technically broken but still needs fixing. It’s loving so hard it makes your chest ache.
And for those of us who are lucky enough to still have our moms here: Call her. Not out of obligation, but because she remembers things about you that even you forgot. She held your entire baby body in her arms once. That’s wild.
This Mother’s Day, whether you’re buying a bouquet, sending a text, lighting a candle in memory, or just sitting quietly with your own feelings—do it with your whole heart. Celebrate the mother figures who showed up. Celebrate the strength in you if you’re showing up now.
And to all the moms, stepmoms, aunties, grandmas, chosen moms, and “mom friends” out there: we see you. We love you. We wouldn’t be who we are without you.
From this thirty-something cool girl with coffee in one hand and a toddler snack in the other—Happy Mother’s Day. You’re the real MVPs.
And yes—she deserves the damn flowers.
Not the last-minute gas station bouquet (we’ve all been there), not the half-wilted grocery store grab. This year, let’s do better. Let’s give her something that actually feels like how much we appreciate her—a bouquet that looks like the effort she puts into literally everything.
Order from a florist who cares. Who chooses stems that speak. Who wraps each bunch like it’s being delivered to someone who changed your life—because she did.
Whether you’re sending flowers to your mom, your partner, your best friend who’s doing it all solo, or just treating yourself because motherhood comes in many forms—make it meaningful. Let every bloom say, I see you. I love you. I get it now.
And hey, if you’re local—your favorite cool-girl-run flower company’s got you. We’re making it easy to show up big for the women who always did.