02/04/2026
SCRATCH MY BACK
There’s something about a mother’s touch— the way it lingers, even when the years pass, even when the roles begin to shift.
This is a moment where care flows both ways, where the child who once needed everything now sits close, and the mother, still giving, finds comfort in the quiet exchange.
Life starts with a mother’s hands, but it doesn’t end there.
The rules can change.
The love stays.
What if we all held space for each other like this— no matter the age, no matter the story?
What if we let ourselves be both the giver and the receiver, the child and the parent, the one who needs and the one who is needed?
This is how we keep each other going.
