Honoring the unseen labor and sacrifice of mothers.

Some flames are never seen—but they warm the world.
This day is for the unseen labor, the silent strength.
It is for the mothers who bled and built and bent without breaking.

Light a single candle.
Say the name of your mother—or of one who mothered you.
If you cannot name one, speak to the archetype: the Great Mother, the one who watched.

Sit in silence beside the flame.
Let grief come, if it must.
Let gratitude rise, if it will.

Then bow your head.
Whisper: “I see you now.”
Let the vigil end—but not the memory.