The Best Mother I’ve Ever Known

I’ve been a single mother for a long time now. There’s no manual, no applause, and no off-switch. Just you and the rhythm of the days. Yet, I’ve never felt alone, because Mother Nature was always there.

She taught me how to bend without breaking. How to stand in my bare, wintering self and know I was still worthy of love.

How to give without losing my roots.

While I held the house together, she held me together.

She doesn’t panic in bad weather. She doesn’t question her value when she’s stripped of her blossoms. She just grows. Again, and again. Gracefully. Quietly.

I used to walk outside just to breathe her in, to be reminded that life keeps going, even when it doesn’t feel like it. That healing is slow. That showing up - imperfect and honest, is enough.

She was the one constant. The reminder. The comfort I didn’t have to explain.

The best mother I’ve known never said a word. She just showed me how to live.

Mother Nature is the best mother, the one that never leaves, never rushes your healing, and stands steady through every storm and every bloom.

She taught me that I, too, could be enough for my children.