Three Generations of Love — A Mother’s Day Reflection

By Allie Cameron, Founder of HARA

Mother’s Day has taken on a new meaning for me since becoming a mother myself. It’s a day that feels tender, raw, and full of deep gratitude. It’s a celebration of the women who came before me, my daughter who calls me ‘mama’ now, and the eternal thread that connects us all.

This year, I wanted to take a moment to honour the quiet strength and softness of mothers everywhere — especially my own mother, and my daughter, who are shaping me into the woman I continue to become.

Growing up, my mum was always this strong, grounding force in my life. She held so much, gave so much, and did it with grace I didn’t fully understand until I stepped into motherhood myself. Now, in the moments I’m rocking my baby back to sleep, or piecing myself together after a long day — I think of her. I see her strength in me. I feel the echo of her sacrifices in the way I love my daughter.

Motherhood isn’t one-dimensional. It’s messy and amazing and sometimes incredibly lonely. But it’s also the most expansive love I’ve ever known. It’s reshaped the way I view the world, the earth, my body — everything. It softened me and strengthened me all at once.

I’ve always been drawn to honour the feminine — the cyclical, the intuitive, the powerful. And becoming a mother has only deepened that calling. Our bodies hold stories. Our wombs hold generations. There’s something sacred in that.

And as I raise my daughter, I think not only about what I want to teach her — but who I want her to learn from. I want her to grow up surrounded by women who are deeply grounded. Women who are secure within themselves. The world will give her many chances to doubt her worth, to shrink, to feel like she’s not enough. But I want her foundations to be strong. I want her to know what it feels like to be held by steady hands. To witness women who live with intention, who lead with softness and strength.

So today, I’m holding space for every kind of mother — the ones birthing babies, businesses, ideas, and dreams. The mothers grieving. The mothers waiting. The mothers learning to mother themselves. You are seen. You are honoured.

And to my daughter — thank you for choosing me. You have opened my heart in the most beautiful way.

With love,
Allie