Mother
The Many Shades of Motherhood
Motherhood knows no bounds—it transcends biology, defies convention, and blooms in the hearts of women in countless ways. So let's take a moment to honor and celebrate all the extraordinary women who embody the essence of motherhood, regardless of circumstance.
To the mothers who have welcomed children into their hearts through adoption, fostering, or guardianship, your love knows no bounds. Your selflessness, dedication, and unwavering commitment to nurturing and providing for your children inspire us all. Your family may not share the same DNA, but your bond is forged in love, and your impact is immeasurable.
To the women who are struggling with infertility or have experienced the heartbreaking loss of a child, your journey is one of profound courage and resilience. Your strength in the face of adversity, your unwavering hope, and your ability to continue to love and nurture despite the pain speak volumes about the depth of your character and the power of your love.
To the mothers who are no longer with us but live on in our hearts and memories, your legacy of love and wisdom continues to guide and inspire us each day. Though you may be gone, your spirit remains a beacon of light, and your love an eternal presence in our lives.
And to all the mother figures who have stepped up to fill the void and provide love, guidance, and support to those in need, your impact is immeasurable, and your love is cherished beyond measure.
This Mother's Day, let's celebrate the diverse tapestry of motherhood and the extraordinary women who weave its threads. Let's honor their love, their strength, and their unwavering devotion, and let them know that they are cherished, appreciated, and loved more than words can express.
To every mother, in all her forms, thank you for your love, your sacrifices, and your unwavering dedication. Your presence in our lives is a gift beyond measure, and your love is a treasure we hold dear. Happy Mother's Day to each and every one of you!
When my children were very young, I was known to take the child from its mother after she had fed it from her breast, and take the child downstairs where I would rock it to sleep and sometimes sing songs to it. I distinctly recall my son asking me to sing "the train wreck song" which was Doc Watson's rendition of "The Wreck of 1262" and I would sing it gently as I rocked him and I don't think he ever lasted through the last verse that ends with "And we can never tell when He'll call."
But as they got older and I had to leave the house to go to work, I missed a huge portion of their young lives of which I will never be a part. Their mother was there all the time. She lived with the ups and the downs. Sometimes I heard about it and sometimes I was actually paying attention but mostly I was decompressing the events of the day at work. Moms do so much more than Dads can even hope to be able to do.
So beautifully said.