A Love Letter To Every Kind of Mama—You Are Seen, You Are Sacred

By Brooke Abbott Abron

Motherhood is a sacred kind of magic. It's not just about carrying a baby or raising a child—it's about holding the world together with love, duct tape, and a heart that never stops giving, even when it's breaking.

Motherhood is the 3 a.m. feedings, the joyful belly laughs, the endless snack-making, and the quiet tears in the shower. It's a club with no instruction manual, no prerequisites, and no perfect score—just on-the-job training from the moment you hear, "You're going to be a mom." And yet, somehow, we show up. We adapt. We grow. We pour and pour, even when we feel like there's nothing left.

But this Mother's Day, I want to talk to all of us—the ones in the thick of it, the ones still hoping, and the ones healing because motherhood doesn't look the same for everyone.

To the moms with children in their arms and the ones with babies in their hearts—you are a mother. If you've experienced miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant loss, your love is no less powerful. Your motherhood is not defined by the number of lunches you've packed or games you've attended—it's defined by the depth of your love and the space they'll always hold in your soul. I see you. I honor you.

To the single moms, the solo moms, the moms navigating disability, financial hardship, or raising children with special needs—you are warriors cloaked in softness. You are architects of safe spaces, creators of joy, and champions of resilience. I know there are days when everything feels heavier than it should, and you still carry it all. You do it, tired. You do it scared. You do it anyway.

And while you do all that, please, let me say: You matter, too.

You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to fall apart. You are allowed not to have all the answers. Take the nap. Order the takeout. Lock the bathroom door and sit in silence for five uninterrupted minutes. Call your friend and cry. Go for that walk without guilt. Put yourself on your own list.

Here are a few gentle self-care reminders that don't require an entire village or a luxury spa:

• Drink your water. Eat the meal. Take the meds.
• These are not indulgences. These are survival tools.
• Get sunlight on your face—even if it's just stepping outside for five minutes.
• Say no without apology.
• Boundaries are a form of self-love and powerful lessons for your children.
• Ask for help.
• Even superheroes have sidekicks. You're not meant to do this alone.

Motherhood isn't about perfection. It's about presence. And if you're showing up, even imperfectly—you're doing a beautiful job.

So, this Mother's Day, I want you to breathe. I want you to look in the mirror and see the wonder that you are. You are a mother not just because of biology or a legal document but because of your bravery, tenderness, fight, faith, and love.

Happy Mother's Day, mama. You're not just doing enough—you are enough.

And if no one has told you lately, we at Giggles LA are proud of you. We are right there with you. Keep going, mama.

With grace, giggles, and love,
Brooke Abbott Abron
Mama. Writer. Parenting Community Member. Proud Giggles LA Contributor.

Brooke Abbott Abron for Giggles LA: Known as Crazy Creole Mommy online, Brooke is a mom, advocate, activist, babywearing educator, and writer. As the founder of IBDMoms, she combines practical tips, mom advice, and evidence-based insights from her own lived experience to help families navigate both the joys and challenges of parenting.