To the Mothers Who Make Magic

She doesn’t make a big deal out of herself.

She makes moves behind the scenes, preparing, planning, keeping routines, slipping encouragement into the cracks of hard days. She remembers the details no one else thinks to remember.

She’s the steady rhythm in the background. The glue. The reason it all holds.

In the book I’m writing, there’s a character I chose not to name. I simply call her “Jasmine’s mother.”

Because I didn’t want to name her. I wanted you to recognize her.

Maybe you were raised by someone like her. Maybe you are someone like her.

She’s not flashy. She’s not always celebrated. But she’s the heartbeat of the whole story.

And the truth is, some of the strongest love in the world is the kind that never asks to be noticed.

It’s the kind that shows up. Again and again. Without credit. Without noise. Just presence.

If you’re that woman, this is your reminder that your love leaves a mark. Even when no one sees. Even when you don’t see it.

This book is for you too.

Because the world may not always honor the kind of love you give. But I will.

Stay close. There’s a piece in the Author’s Notes I can’t wait for you to read.

-Jasmine