She’s the Reason You Even Got This Far — A Raw, Real Mother’s Day Tribute Segment: Aura Journal Entries By Pink Aura Diaries 💋✨
⚠️ Trigger Warning:
This post is deep. Real deep. It may hug your heart, stir old emotions, or bring up tears you didn’t know you were still holding. But it will also remind you of the power of the woman who birthed you, raised you, or poured into you. This one's for her.
Let’s Get Real About Motherhood, Babe...
She’s the one who carried you—maybe in her womb, maybe in her heart, maybe in her spirit.
She’s the one who sacrificed sleep 💤, dreams ✨, and sometimes even her identity to give you a chance.
She’s the one who got up when no one clapped 👏🏽.
She wiped tears—hers and yours—and still managed to show up and glow ✨.
Motherhood isn’t just DNA. It’s devotion.
It’s not always flowers and lullabies. Sometimes it’s pain, silence, resentment, and regret.
But even then, love can be found in the chaos.
In the unspoken lessons.
In the “be safe” text 📲.
In the way she always made sure you had your favorite snacks 🍓 even when the fridge was almost empty.
Let’s be honest:
You don’t truly understand a mother’s love until you’re on your own, navigating life with nobody to save you.
Until you’re becoming a woman yourself.
Or raising a child while still trying to raise yourself.
That’s when it all hits different.
If She’s Still Here…
Run to her, babe.
Call her. Text her. Pull up. Send the flowers 💐 now.
Even if y’all argued. Even if you’re still healing.
Because the time you think you have? It’s not promised.
Give her her flowers while she can still smell them.
Say “thank you” out loud.
Say “I forgive you” if you’re ready.
Say “I love you” even if your voice shakes.
Because one day… you’ll crave one more hug in her kitchen 🍳.
One more “Did you eat today?”
One more “Call me when you get home.”
And the silence that follows her absence will be deafening.
If She’s in Heaven…
I’m holding your heart right now, love 🤍.
Because grief doesn’t go away. It shapeshifts.
It’ll catch you in the grocery store 🛒 when someone walks by wearing her perfume.
It’ll sneak in when you hear her favorite song on the radio 🎶.
It’ll wreck you when your child does something adorable and you can’t call her to share it.
So today, talk to her.
Light a candle 🕯️.
Write her a letter.
Whisper her name.
Because baby, she hears you.
She’s watching.
And she’s so, so proud.
Honor her in your glow-up.
Celebrate her in your softness.
Carry her in your heart—always.
Let’s Talk About the Mother Wound…
Not every mother was loving.
Not every mother was safe.
Some of us were raised by women who were still bleeding from wounds they never got the chance to heal.
And that hurt, sis. It cut deep.
But you don’t have to carry that pain forever.
You can soften it.
You can choose to re-mother yourself with grace, tenderness, and intention.
She may not have known better.
But you do now.
So choose softness. Choose healing. Choose peace over pain.
Forgive—not for her, but for you.
So your future children don’t have to unpack what you buried.
Journal Prompt ✍🏽:
What would you say to your mother if you could speak freely?
What parts of her live inside you—good or bad?
How has she shaped your identity?
What are you doing today that would make her proud—or surprise her?
Light some incense. Get cozy. Let your truth spill.
Even if it’s messy. Even if it hurts.
Even if it’s just:
“I see you.”
“I forgive you.”
“Thank you.”
Aura Reminder 💫:
Before she was “mom,” she was a woman.
A daughter. A dreamer. A warrior. A broken heart. A hope. A whole human being.
She wore masks to survive. She poured from an empty cup.
And somehow—she still showed up.
This Mother’s Day, honor the woman behind the title.
Even if your love is complicated.
Even if she hurt you.
Even if she was your entire world.
Because honoring her is a form of honoring you.
And baby, that’s where your soft power begins.
To Every Type of Mama Out There...
To the ones who gave birth ✨
To the ones who stepped in 💪🏾
To the aunties, grandmas, godmothers, and big sisters
To the chosen mamas and the bonus moms
To the ones in heaven ☁️
To the ones who did their best
To the ones still healing
To the ones who wanted to be moms and are still holding hope
You are sacred. You are powerful. You are everything.
You are the reason someone didn’t give up.
You are the voice in someone’s head when life gets hard.
You are love in its most divine form.
Soft Power Mantra for Today:
“I honor the woman who made me.
I release what wounded me.
I rise as the healed version of her wildest dream.”
So what do you do now, babe?
You pause.
You feel.
You remember.
You let it out.
Light the candle. 🕯️
Say the name.
Send the text.
Visit the grave.
Buy the flowers.
Hold the photo.
Say the prayer.
Let your soul remember her.
Because your glow? It came from her shadow.
And your healing? That’s her legacy continuing through you.
XOXO,
Pink Aura Diaries 💋✨
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