Mother's Day - between dignity, wound and miracle

A letter to all mothers. And to all women.

Today is Mother's Day.

A day of flowers, cards and thank you notes.

A day of perfect Instagram pictures.

And for many – a day of pain.

For women who wanted to be mothers – and didn’t.

For women who have lost a child.

For mothers who give everything – but get hardly anything in return.

For mothers who have lost themselves in everyday life.

For daughters who had no mother who loved them.

For all who struggle with this word.

Motherhood is one of the most profound transformations we experience as women.

Being pregnant alone changes us.

Giving birth changes us.

Breastfeeding. Staying awake all night. Taking responsibility.

Love, even when we can no longer.

And all of us – whether with or without children – carry the story of our own mother within us.

Our influences, injuries, ideals.

In my coaching, I experience every day what women forget about motherhood:

• That self-care is not a luxury, but a necessity for survival.

• That a healthy relationship with children can only develop if we also maintain a healthy relationship with ourselves.

• That we are the kind of mother we would have needed as a daughter – and how painful that is sometimes.

• That real connection in friendships and partnerships can often only develop when we stop just functioning.

That's why my coaching is also a space for mothers. For daughters. For women.

A space where we can be everything:

Exhausted. Proud. Vulnerable. Angry.

And no longer alone.

I believe that every woman can find herself again.

Not by adapting even more – but by remembering who she is.

Before she became a mother.

Or precisely because of that.

I see you. I see us.

And today I wish you a moment of honesty. Of tenderness. Of appreciation.

For everything you are – and everything you wear.

With love,

Sandra