Hello, Soulful One,

This Sunday is Mother's Day.

For many of us, it’s a day filled with celebration, appreciation, and joy. But for just as many, it can carry a quieter, deeper ache. A day where the absence of those we've lost, or the longing for a different kind of nurturing, feels sharper.

I know that ache well. In fact, last Mother's Day, it felt unbearable.

My heart was already raw from taking my precious child to residential treatment for a mental health crisis. When I dropped him off, I was told I couldn't visit him for a week. My already broken heart was broken even more. Compounding that grief, I was missing my own Mom and Grandma terribly, both lost years prior, and the pain of their absence, combined with my son's struggle and my fresh separation from him, was too much. I was alone, heavy, broken, and I couldn't stop crying.

But it was in that profound brokenness, in that deep well of sorrow, that something shifted. A quiet, yet fierce, realization bubbled up: "I don't have a Mom anymore," I thought, the grief heavy in my heart, "but yes, I do. The love of my mother lives inside of me."

And in that same breath, I made a conscious choice. I decided to rewrite my story. I lovingly gave myself permission to mother myself, to spoil myself, and to give myself exactly what I needed. It was a profound internal pivot, a decision to turn that powerful mothering energy not just outward, but inward.

This wasn't about replacing the love I missed, or making sadness disappear. It was about recognizing that I had the capacity to be the fiercest, most loving nurturer for myself. To fill my own cup with that inherent worth we talked about earlier this week. To say, "I matter, and I deserve this same deep care."

What I learned that day, and have continued to practice since, is that mothering yourself is not selfish. It is sacred. It is an act of fierce self-advocacy, giving yourself the same unwavering presence, the same unconditional love, that you pour out so generously to others. It’s allowing Mother’s Day, or any day, to be a catalyst for finally choosing YOU.

This week, as we approach Mother's Day, I invite you to consider: What would it look like to lovingly mother yourself? Not as another task, but as a tender, essential act of coming home to your deepest needs. What one nurturing thing could you truly give yourself?

With you in this,

Charity

P.S. I’ll be writing you again very soon to share something sacred I’ve been creating—something that’s been helping me find peace in the quietest, most magical ways. Think: roses, stars, soft whispers from the soul. More soon… 🌿💖