31/05/2026
To the woman who became a mother. 🤍
She does not show the light.
She gives it.
In silence.
In strength.
In the invisible gestures that hold life together.
Like Nature, she carries seasons within her.
Like the sun, she warms without asking to be seen.
Today, we celebrate her —
the first shelter,
the quiet force,
the origin of every rebirth.
A mother is not only love.
She is the place where light begins.
And she is the light 🤍
