A Reflection on Motherhood.
The heart of a mother is like the shoreline.
Always there, always reaching for her children,
no matter how far the tides pull them.
I have four tides of my own.
Four beautiful waves that have shaped my shore in different ways.
Some days they crash in, loud and full of energy.
Other days they drift quietly, far beyond the horizon.
But I feel them always.
I raised them as a single mom,
anchored to their needs,
learning the rhythm of each wave.
They were my purpose,
my compass,
my reason to stand firm when storms came.
And now…
they are grown.
Sailing toward their own distant waters,
charting their own maps.
But my shoreline still waits for their return,
still welcomes their stories,
still feels their presence in the pull of the tide.
Each is unique,
shaped by their own currents,
colored by their own depths.
And I love them for their differences,
the way the ocean loves every shell it has ever carried.
I will always need to hear their voices,
like waves meeting the shore.
To share in their storms and their sunshine.
To walk alongside them when our paths meet again.
The heart of a mother is not diminished when the nest is empty.
It simply learns to love from a distance,
to trust the tides,
and to take joy in the footprints that return to the sand.
Because no matter how far they roam,
the ocean knows its shore,
and my love will always be waiting there.
“The ocean may carry you far, but it will never carry you beyond a mother’s love.” – Patti Jewel
Just Keep Walking. Step with Love. Always forward.
