For every mom who survived the pandemic with young children.
For my grandmother, who I never met, but who I have been told had impeccable taste.
For my mom, who showed me that it was normal to get a PhD and work full time after you had kids. And then encouraged me to start Poppy when I doubted myself.
For my mother-in-law, who makes me feel like one of her own.
For the two moms on my block with babies the same age, who have become friends and confidantes.
For every mom friend a few months or few years ahead of me, who brought food after my baby was born, sent texts, wine, hand-me-downs.
For those moments, freshly post-partum, when I realized all the ways I didn’t even know I wasn’t showing up for my friends back when they were new moms.
For the moments I, freshly post-partum, forgave the people I loved who didn’t even know the ways they weren’t showing up for me.
For the moms working after bedtime.
For the moms who have felt crushed by work and family and a country who overlooks their needs, over, and over again.
For the moms in the group text.
For the moms looking to find themselves again.
Flowers for all of you. A sunny, clean kitchen and an afternoon to yourself. With flowers.
This is my first Mother’s Day as a mom. Everyone says your business is your baby, but no, it’s not.
Cameron, Founder & CEO