Moments of Mom

At the table, she opened her new notebook. From her little stationery bag, she pulled out a smooth pen and began to write-nothing fancy, just scattered thoughts, dreams, and a to-do list she might or might not follow.

She paused to sip her tea, letting the warmth settle in her chest. A soft cookie crumbled between her fingers, sweet and buttery, reminding her of childhood afternoons baking with her own mother.

She reached for the hand lotion, massaging it slowly into her skin—hands that had packed lunches, wiped tears, and held tiny fingers. She didn’t have to be anything but herself. No schedules, no expectations - just a scarf, a notebook, and a gentle reminder that she, too, deserves a little care.