Mothers, young and old, we honor you.
For all you have given, loved, and sacrificed,
for all your self-doubt and wondering if you were good enough or “doing it right”,
for all the pain you endured,
for all the hopes you carried,
for all your failings,
for defining yourself in part, in relation with your children,
for . . . the list goes on.
Thank you.
For all who long to be mothers, we honor you.
For the ways you nurture, care and love,
For the pain of the void you know too well.
You are not alone.
To my Grandma, who gave me love,
To my mother who gave life to me
To my mother-in-law who gave me Lynette
To Lynette who mothers our son,
I celebrate your beauty, your strength, your womanhood.
My heart is yours and you continue to shape it.
And to the mother in you…
I hold you in my prayers today.
Thanks to you all;
a grateful person, dwight
