You don't owe the internet a Mother's Day post. You owe yourself a long, uninterrupted sit-down.
Fresh today · Monday, 15 June
New Wishes
A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.
Happy Mother's Day to the moms quietly liking everyone else's posts and never quite making their own.
To every mother on this feed — your kids will scroll through these posts one day and beam.
Happy Mother's Day to the moms whose stories I tap through every morning — keep documenting your life.
You made it onto a thousand camera rolls in your kids' phones. That's permanent. Happy Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day to the moms who post less than they parent — the ratio is correct.
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Browse by occasion
What are we writing today?
Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.
- Anniversary
- Baby
- Belated
- Best
- Birthday
- Boy
- Boyfriend
- Christian
- Christmas
- Congratulation
- Diwali
- Easter
- Eid Mubarak
- Engagement
- Farewell
- Fathers Day
- Friendship
- Funny
- Get Well
- Girl
- Girlfriend
- Good Morning
- Good Night
- Graduation
- Hanukkah
- Heart Touching
- Holiday
- Invitation
- Job
- Love
- Miss You
- Mothers Day
- New Year
- Recovery
- Retirement
- Romantic
- Thank You
- Thanksgiving
- Wedding
- Well
- Women's Day
- Sympathy
- Valentine's Day
- Halloween
- Veterans Day
More from today
To every mother sharing today — your story is part of a long, loud chorus of love. Add a verse.
Happy Mother's Day to the mothers whose feeds are messy, real, and exactly the kind I want to see.
You don't have to perform motherhood for the algorithm — you're already winning the actual job.
Happy Mother's Day to the moms who comment on my posts at six a.m. — same. Solidarity.
To every mother reading this online — log off when you want. The love doesn't depend on the post.
Happy Mother's Day to the moms whose presence on my feed makes the internet feel a little homier.
You're a mother, and you're online, and you're loved. Three true things on a good Sunday.
To my friend who became a mother — watching you raise tiny humans with such patience is its own quiet miracle.
Happy Mother's Day to the friend who texts me parenting victories at midnight and survival memes by morning.
You make motherhood look like an art form — chaotic, gorgeous, smudged with juice, framed in love.
Friend, the way your kids light up when you walk in tells me everything you need to hear today.
Some friends become mothers and forget you exist. You became one and somehow made room for everyone.
Cheers to the friend whose diaper bag holds snacks, wipes, and the calm wisdom of a small saint.
Watching you mother has taught me what tenderness looks like when it refuses to take days off.
Happy Mother's Day, friend — may the coffee be hot, the laundry forgiving, and the hugs unprompted.
You carried me through my hardest seasons before you carried them — your shoulders were always strong.
To the friend who answers her kid mid-sentence and still finishes our conversation — that's a superpower.
Friend, you mother fiercely and softly in the same breath, and that contradiction is exactly the point.
Mother's Day for you means honoring the woman who shows up — late, tired, glowing, completely present.