May is the month we celebrate mothers. But this isn't an article about gifts, breakfast in bed, or wilting flowers. This is a heartfelt tribute to you, tired mom. To you who hold life with overflowing hands and profound silences. I write these lines so you can recognize yourself, embrace yourself, and remember that you are seen, even when you seem invisible.

“Sometimes it’s not that you lack energy, it’s that you have too many responsibilities. And too many silences.”

No one sees you when you get up before everyone else to pack your backpack. No one hears you when you cry softly in the bathroom because you didn't have enough time in the day.

You're the first to wake up, the last to go to sleep, and in the midst of all that you carry the weight of the world with a smile that sometimes even you don't believe.

But today I want to tell you something:

You, tired mom, don't need any more strength.
You need hugs.
You need a "thank you" that comes from the soul.
You need to remember that your invisible actions also deserve to be seen and celebrated.

Nobody sees you preparing breakfast without letting exhaustion take over.
Nobody notices that, despite being exhausted, you make room for a bedtime story.
Nobody knows that the anger that sometimes erupts comes from whole days without breaks or care for yourself.

But I do know.

I know you pretend to be okay so your children feel stable.
I know you deny yourself a nap so that the house is "in order".
I know there are nights when you sleep with your soul full of guilt, even though you gave everything you had.

And that's why I'm writing this.

Your everyday love sustains the world

You don't need to do more. You already do too much.
You don't need to be perfect. You are already enough.
What you give, even if it sometimes goes unnoticed, leaves traces that will last forever.

You are the pause in the midst of chaos.
You are the hug that gives security.
You are the calming voice.
You are home.

And that, Mom, is worth more than any medal or public recognition.

Remember it today (and every time you forget)

This month, while many celebrate mothers with flowers, food and photographs, I want to celebrate you, tired mom.

To you who don't always have someone to take care of you.
To you who doubt whether you are doing it right.
To you who get up every day, even when you want to give up.

Today I celebrate you not for what you do, but for who you are.
Because even though no one sees your tiredness, I recognize it.
And even if no one tells you, I'll shout it to you with love:
You are amazing, Mom. And you deserve to see yourself the way I see you.

“You don’t need more energy. You need to remind yourself of the miracle that you already are.”

By May Barrera

Postpartum coach.

Companion in motherhood and tired mom like you