Mothering Myself on Purpose

As women, we are taught to be selfless — to put our husbands, children, and families first. To pour endlessly, often from an empty cup. We are praised for our sacrifice yet rarely encouraged to rest.

Pause for a moment. When was the last time you did something just for you — without guilt?

💬 Comment below: What’s one thing you used to enjoy doing for yourself that you’d like to return to?

Somewhere along the way, many of us began to feel guilt for choosing ourselves… for taking a breath, a break, or a moment of joy that didn’t serve anyone else.

But what if that guilt is misplaced? What if God never asked us to disappear into others?What if He actually calls us to love ourselves first — to honor the sacredness of rest, to nourish our spirits, and to treat ourselves as worthy of the same grace we so freely give?

💬 Your turn: Have you ever felt guilty for choosing yourself? Tell the truth below — no shame here.

This Mother’s Day, I’m not just celebrating mothers. I’m honoring every woman learning to mother herself. Is that you? Say it out loud: “I’m learning to mother me.”

The Wounds We Don’t Speak Of

There are wounds we carry into motherhood. Some come from absent mothers. Others from trying to be everything we never had. Some of us are grieving moms. Some of us have never given birth — but have mothered everyone while quietly neglecting ourselves.

💬 Comment prompt: Which one speaks to your journey? Grieving? Exhausted? Overlooked? Write one word that captures how you feel.

I used to think being strong meant staying silent. Now I know true strength is healing out loud.

💬 Your voice matters: Finish this sentence in the comments — “Healing out loud means…”

What Mothering Myself Looks Like

Mothering myself isn’t always spa days or bubble baths. Sometimes, it’s just this:

• Saying no without overexplaining

• Letting myself cry without rushing to “fix” it

• Praying and pausing before pouring out

• Sleeping in without guilt

• Giving myself the same kindness I’d give a child

💬 Reflect + share: Which one do you need most right now? Type it below and claim it for yourself.

It’s a daily choice. Not always easy. But always holy.

A Letter to the Woman Reading This

Dear You, I see your effort. I know you carry more than you speak of.

This Mother’s Day, may you feel held — even if no one’s arms are around you. May you give yourself the softness you didn’t receive. May you honor the divine within you — not just what you do for others, but who you are when no one’s looking.

You are not selfish for resting. You are not wrong for choosing yourself. God delights in you, not just your service.

💬 Speak it out: Which line in this letter did your soul need the most? Share it below.

With love, A fellow woman learning to mother herself

You Are Still Becoming

You don’t have to earn rest. You don’t have to perform to be worthy.

You are a daughter of God, and that alone is reason enough to pause, breathe, and receive.

✝️ “We love because He first loved us.” — 1 John 4:19God’s love started it all — so love begins with you. Before the to-do lists. Before the people-pleasing. Before the striving. You are already loved. And that makes you worthy of love… from yourself, too.

This Mother’s Day, I’m not waiting for permission. I’m choosing peace, softness, and sacred boundaries — on purpose.

💬 Final comment prompt: If you’re ready to choose yourself on purpose, type “YES” below and let the healing begin.