31/12/2025
Behind a mother's eyes you'll find a story so often not seen. You'll see heartache and joy, sorrow and hope, loss and love. You'll see pages left unsaid and words so often silent.
Behind her eyes are dreams and hopes and wishes and tries and falls and stumbles and glories and fails.
Behind her eyes is love. The fiercest and gentlest. The boldest and bravest. Deep, in the heart, indescribable love.
Behind her eyes is years and months of little sleep. Of nights awake and walking and mornings so so early. Of waiting for texts or walking babes. Of giving up rest for those she loves.
Behind her eyes lives courage. Moments of giving and trying even at the point of breaking. Moments of staring in the mirror not even recognizing her own eyes back. Moments of standing up and sitting down and not quitting and saying enough.
Behind her eyes is grace. The sweetest grace, the grace that so often cannot seem to be found, and there it is, in the moments where her eyes catches those she loves and the world sets down the agenda and all is well.
Behind her eyes are tears so often held back, that sometimes can't remain. Tears of letting go and loving fiercely. Tears of loss and tears of hope. Tears left unshed and tears waiting to be released.
Behind her eyes is this song and dance and lyrics of the years passed on by. It's in birthday songs sung and carols heard and years of memories building up to a beautiful crescendo of busy and calm, normal and crazy, tedious and loving.
Behind her eyes.
Behind her eyes is a warrior, a saint, a giver, a nurturer, a giver, a creator, a mother.
So the next time you find yourself saying, "you look tired..." to a mom remember the imperfectly perfectly beautiful story behind her eyes.
Rachel’s Page: Finding Joy
