I Know Love Exists, Because Mothers Do.

For the mothers who wonder if what they do matters.

Painting by Oliva Mae Pendergast

Sometimes we forget just how much mothers carry, how much love is quietly offered in the smallest, unseen moments. I wrote this piece as a reminder. A reflection. A tribute to the kind of love that doesn’t ask to be noticed, but changes everything when it is. This one’s for the mothers who’ve ever wondered if what they’re…