As I was sending my mom a message this morning, I decided to do a special Mother’s Day edition for all the special women out there.
This special edition is a tribute to my mom, Ronica Frick.
One day, you find yourself speaking like her, cooking like her, scolding, singing, teaching, dancing, writing, and even crying like her.
One day, those shoes you once tried to fill suddenly fit, and you walk in her footsteps.
With each step, you begin to understand all that you once questioned—the limits, the struggles, the anger, the worries, and the fears.
You become grateful for her constant presence, for watching over you, for caring.
You start to appreciate her sacrifices, her efforts, and her time. One day, you look in the mirror and realize she's there—because while we spent months inside her, she'll forever remain within us.
And so today, on Mother's Day, we pause—not just to celebrate her, but to recognize the quiet inheritance she has left in us. The way we love. The way we give. The way we show up, again and again, even when no one is watching.
To every mother reading this: thank you for the seasons you carried us through, the meals that became memories, and the love that shaped who we are.
To every daughter and son who has ever caught a glimpse of her in the mirror: hold that reflection close. It is the most beautiful thing you will ever see. Because a mother's love does not end—it simply changes hands.
Give her a call today if you can. And if you can't, whisper her name. She'll hear you.
Happy Mother's Day. 💕
With love, Christina