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Editorial Update: Mothered by Love, Not by Blood

05 May, 2025 178017
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We’re officially one week away from the one-year anniversary of our magazine—and my heart is bursting with gratitude, excitement, and yes… a little nervous energy, too.

There’s still so much to do. So many details to iron out. But even in the midst of this beautiful chaos, I can’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come.

Just last week, we finally changed our domain name—something we had originally planned to do last year. But when a few amazing clients kindly printed the old domain on their merchandise, we decided to hold off until now, aligning the change with our anniversary issue. It felt like the perfect moment for a fresh start.

And maybe that’s why this Mother's Day feels especially tender for me.

Because behind this magazine, behind the woman I am becoming, is a girl whose mother died when she was just 3 years old.

I don't remember the sound of her voice or the way her arms felt around me.
But I remember being held. I remember being loved.
Because while I didn’t grow up with a mother in the traditional sense—I grew up mothered.

By women who wrapped me in kindness when the world felt cold.
By women who showed up, stayed present, and loved me without conditions—women who had no obligation to care, but did anyway.

They didn’t have to.
But they chose to.

And that’s what motherhood is, isn’t it?
It’s not biology. It’s not a title.
It’s a choice—a deeply selfless one.

As Donna Ball so beautifully put it:
“Motherhood is a choice you make every day to put someone else’s happiness and well-being ahead of your own, to teach the hard lessons, to do the right thing even when you’re not sure what the right thing is, and to forgive yourself over and over again for doing everything wrong.”

The women who mothered me made that choice—over and over again.

They taught me that love doesn’t need to share a last name or a bloodline.
That strength isn’t always loud; sometimes it’s in the quiet act of showing up day after day.
They taught me to laugh, to heal, to believe in my worth.

They made sacrifices I may never fully understand.
They made room for me in their hearts without asking for anything in return.
And they showed me that motherhood is not just who you are—it’s what you give.

So today, on Mother’s Day, I celebrate not only traditional mothers—but all the women who love like mothers.

Who choose, every single day, to nurture and guide.
Who carry the weight of others with grace and courage.

To the mothers who raised me without needing to be called “Mum”—thank you.
You made me feel wanted.
You made me feel safe.
You made me feel loved.

And that’s more than enough.

Happy Mother’s Day to every woman who has ever chosen to love like a mother.
You are seen. You are honoured. You are deeply, deeply appreciated.

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