I've been thinking about mothering as a form of resistance lately.
It's easy to believe that resistance only happens in the streets, through marches and loud protests. But there is a quiet, radical defiance in the way we tend to our homes and build our communities. We are raising children within systems not built to sustain us, yet we continue to find the strength to hold them steady in our arms.
The work we are doing is the same work mothers have always done, even when things around us seem to be falling apart. I think of the women who came before us, the ones who held their families together through the darkest chapters of history. They baked bread in times of scarcity, told stories in the face of fear, and maintained their homes even as the world they knew fell apart. They knew that protecting their children's tender spirit was the most important work of all.
Like them, we are the ones shaping the way our children experience life, teaching them to navigate both the hard moments and the beautiful ones. In this home, we are growing the values we want to see in the world. We are building a foundation of empathy and quiet strength for our kids to stand on.
Because of this, our resistance does not need to be found in a loud shout. It's woven into the ordinary moments like the way we hold our children through their fears and the patience we offer in the messy moments. It's the intentional choice to stay soft when everything else feels so hard.
Con cariño,
Anel