Today’s for the mums you can see… and the ones you can’t. The mums in the thick of sticky fingers and school runs.The grandmothers, aunties, step‑mums and “bonus mums” who quietly hold families together.The carers who mother with their time and their listening, even without the title. And it’s also for anyone who finds today tender, if you’re missing your mum, longing to be a mum, navigating loss, or carrying a complicated story, there’s a place for you here too. 💗 When I paint these soft, curled figures and tiny babies tucked into bodies and blooms, I’m thinking about the unseen work of love: the late‑night worry, the deep breaths, the thousand tiny choices to keep showing up. If Mother’s Day feels loud, give yourself a pocket of quiet. Make a cup of tea, sit by a window, pick up a brush or a glue stick and let your hands play for a few minutes. That tenderness you carry? It’s a kind of magic.