The Rock Beside Us — A Mother’s Day Reflection

It’s Sunday morning. The light is pouring through the blinds, soft and golden. I hear the hum of the bathroom fan, the faint shuffle of clothes being chosen, and the quiet grace of a woman preparing for church. It’s Mother’s Day. And I can’t let this moment pass without saying something — not just to her, but to anyone who needs to be reminded of what a mother truly is.

Barbi is more than a mom. She’s the rock beside us.

To Bella, she’s been the silent strength behind every pin knocked down, every page turned, every heartbreak soothed, every celebration magnified. When Bella walks into the world bold and free, it’s because she had a mother whispering, “You are loved. You are enough. You are chosen.”

To me, Barbi is the glue — invisible but unbreakable. When the storms came, when our lives trembled, she didn’t flinch. She bent but never broke. She held our hands, steadied our hearts, and carried burdens that no one ever saw — except me. And God.

She shows up every day. In the kitchen. In the car. On the phone. At the bowling alley. At church. With love in her eyes and wisdom in her words, even when her own world is spinning. She doesn’t just give love — she is love. Quiet, fierce, beautiful love.

So this morning, while the world celebrates all mothers, I want to celebrate her. My wife. Bella’s mom. Our anchor, our light, our everyday miracle.

If you see her today — or someone like her — let them know. They’re doing holy work. They’re raising champions, healing hearts, and holding the world together with nothing but faith and unconditional love.

Happy Mother’s Day, Barbi.

You are seen.

You are celebrated.

You are cherished.

Love,

Brian