05/10/2026
Letters to My Daughter
BY MARDIA PIERRE
“Hi, my name is Solèy,” you told me.
Journey with us this Mother’s Day through the tenderness, prayer + living rhythms of our Birthlooms Storyteller, Mardia Pierre.
This Mother’s Day, we honor motherhood as an intimate call and response, a sacred dialogue between mother and child, spirit and body, survival and joy. Through Mardia’s story in .tdp, Letters to My Daughter, we are reminded that mothering can be prayer, softness, memory, creativity + the continual act of returning to ourselves with grace.
“You can trust me with your rage.”
Her story carries us through dreams, pregnancy, postpartum, artistry, mental health, community care + the sacred everyday moments that shape Black motherhood. Through letters to her daughter Solèy, Mardia offers a deeply honest reflection on love, healing, vulnerability + the beauty of creating new ways of being.
“What a beautiful privilege it is to create a new normal.”
From singing lullabies and summer walks to navigating her bipolar diagnosis, exhaustion + the shifting tides of motherhood, Mardia reminds us that Black mothers deserve softness, support, rest + the freedom to exist fully in our complexity.
“It’s okay to ebb and flow with grace and change.”
Her words honor the power of prayer not only as religion, but as ritual, imagination, art, stillness, laughter + survival. They remind us that healing is not linear + that community care can become the bridge that carries us back to ourselves.
“Like a soothing balm my community showed up…”
Today we celebrate the mothers, artists, dreamers, caregivers + community members who continue to hold one another through life’s changing tides with tenderness, honesty + love.
May we remember:
“May you embody prayer; in your steps and with your breaths.”
Happy Mother’s Day from all of us at .black.birthing .tdp +