If I really think about it, I was never blessed with just one mother. I think that when we celebrate Mother’s Day, we’re not just celebrating flesh and blood, but the role that mothers play in our lives – to nurture and guide and encourage us, to create space for us to grow into the people we were meant to be.
And so, yes, my mother knew me better than any other person on the planet, in a deep and intimate way that could only have happened because I grew out of her very being, an honest to goodness miracle. But this Mother’s Day, I’m learning to see beyond the label of mother and think in terms of the abstract, the larger sense of motherhood, the legacy that spans generations whether you came from her womb or not.
And so I dedicate this post to my Mother, the one that grew me and birthed me and raised me and knew me for 25 years, and also to the women that will be with me in the years to come, helping me navigate the next 25(+). You know who you are, and I feel more gratitude for each of you than I have words for.
“We pray for sleep, for poop, for patience, for energy, for forgiveness.” The real story of motherhood.
Tina Fey’s “A Mother’s Prayer for Her Daughter.”
A healthy diet of bread and words.
“For every house you enter, you must offer healing…” A favorite poem for anyone who has ever loved their mother.
[Photo : coming soon to my Etsy shop.]