We are star makers—and we are carrying the mother-load. All of us moms are.
Since we’re made of stardust, it only makes sense: a mother is the one who tends to the stars. She’s the one lighting up the sky through her endless giving, her sacrifice, her fierce and steady love. As a mom of three girls, this task has often felt daunting—an ever-present whisper asking, Am I doing this right? I’ve questioned myself more times than I can count. But then something happened. A crisis. One that consumed two grueling days of my life—an emotional storm I had to weather and somehow pull my children through, too.
And I did.
Slowly, I started to move forward. And with that came something else: confidence. A quiet voice inside finally said, Hey... I actually think I’m a decent mom. Confidence in myself—not just as a mother, but as someone who, despite everything, still shoots for the stars.
In today’s world, there is beauty—and there is ugliness. The noise can be overwhelming. But every single day, no matter which side seems louder, I choose to look for the magic. The hope. The kindness. The love. I stare at the trees. I breathe in the ordinary. And in those quiet moments, I remember the extraordinary.
There is light. We are light.
And jewelry—strangely, beautifully—reminds me of that. It has an invisible power to lift us, to anchor us in meaning, to carry us to the realms we need to inhabit.
As a jewelry designer, I sometimes joke that I’ll never be gifted the thing I love most in this world: jewelry. So this year, I made myself a Moi bracelet from my Rails series. It’s a celebration of the journey. A reminder that, even though I carry the mother-load—and I’ve made stars—sometimes, it gets to be about me, too.
In many ways, my work is my offering. My gift to other women who need these tiny, enchanted objects as much as I do. Jewelry that holds memory. Beauty. Meaning. Jewelry that becomes legacy.
I’ve come to understand that as much as I love flowers, they wilt. As much as I savor a perfect dinner, it fades. But jewelry? Jewelry endures. It stays with us. It becomes part of our story.
And the best part? I now have three little girls who can carry this magic with them—who will one day wear the memories, feel the love, and understand that sparkle can be more than surface-deep.
To all the mothers out there—the ones who are never done, never off-duty, always reaching for the stars while encouraging their children to do the same—
May the magic of all you do surround you today and always.
And may the jewelry you wear help you navigate it all, one shimmer at a time.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you star-making, mother-loaders.
xx,
Jocelyn