To All Women on Mother’s Day
To the infertile woman.
To the daughter whose mother has died.
To the mother who has miscarried again.
To the mother whose baby has died.
To the women who hate pink flowers and pink ribbons.
To the mother whose children cannot afford to buy candy and flowers.
To the daughter whose mother isn’t loving, understanding, kind.
To the children who have no mothers.
To the only childless sister.
To the woman who isn’t sure she wants children.
To the woman who is getting older and doesn’t know if she has time to have children.
To the teachers, nurses, caretakers, aunts, and all women who mother throughout the year.
To the children who desperately need mothers.
To the homeless, destitute, addicted, incarcerated mothers. To their children.
To the woman who does not get a flower at church or at work or at home, because they think that she is not a mother.
To the mothers of paintings and sculptures and poems and essays and collages and all art.
To all women, let us unite this day, because motherhood should not divide us.
Now, this is the most stunning tribute to women EVER. I love you.
Oh, Sweet Aniela, you honor me so. I love you so.
Blessed be. I wished a friend happy mother’s day, knowing she had no children. I said, “I know your mother was very happy the day your were born. Happy mother’s day to her, and to you.”
Thank you, Lucy. I believe that we all mother something/someone. Let’s celebrate each other today!