05/10/2026
To the mom who receives ketchup-stained, crayon drawings and bouquets of flowers
today.
To the mom whose child can't show affection or appreciation today, because they are too young, too sick, don't understand, or aren't with you physically.
To grandmoms, great-grandmoms, sisters, aunts, cousins.
To the stepmom, the adoptive mom, the foster mom.
To the new mom, who is still trying to get the hang of it all.
To the mom whose children are grown and out of the house.
To the mom who has lost a child, at any stage, for any reason.
To the mom who has never had any children of her own, but has a whole classroom or a children's ministry who has adopted you as a
momma.
To the mom waiting to be a mom, waiting for the right time, or the right guy, or the next doctor's appointment to find out why it hasn't happened yet.
To those who have moms, and those who miss them.
To the mom waiting to be a mom, waiting for the right time, or the right guy, or the next doctor's appointment to find out why it hasn't happened yet.
To those who have moms, and those who miss them.
You are a hero. You are stronger than you think. You are valued and needed. You are the world to someone. And you are honored today.
