16/03/2026
CELEBRATIONS.
I have never loved celebrating myself.
Birthday parties have always been the worst for me.
I never felt that kind of attention was necessary.
A birthday always felt like just another day.
Since becoming a mum, Mother’s Day felt exactly the same.
I grew up in a culture where mothers and family are honoured constantly, through everyday life.
And funny enough, Mother’s Day in Italy is not a big deal like it is in the UK.
So I never really cared about it and never received any particular attention.
It never mattered.
But this year something shifted.
Maybe because I feel more like a mother than ever before.
Maybe because I realise how much unseen weight I carry.
Maybe because it suddenly hit me that life is too short not to give ourselves some gratitude.
And yes, I know these celebrations have been heavily commercialised, full of stereotypes and social expectations.
But they can still be a good reminder to pause and acknowledge ourselves.
To validate the forever imperfect but bloody hard work we do every single day.
And the inexplicable love we pour into it.
For our children.
For our families.
For our people.
Because once your first child makes you a mother, you become a mother of the world.
Sending love and gratitude to all of you.
❤️
