Becoming a mother has put me in league with some incredible women, and I’m honoured to join the club. On Mother’s Day and every day, I celebrate women who give deeply of themselves for love of her children.
To the woman who feels pride in the appropriate and patient way she handles her misbehaving child in public, and to the mother who is disappointed with her reaction.
To the woman who holds a dream in her heart of the child in her womb, and to the woman who mourns the emptiness of her infertility or loss.
To the woman with a village of support, and to the woman who wears all the hats and plays all the roles.
To the woman who delivered a baby who she could watch grow and to the woman who delivered a baby only to have that life torn from her.
To the woman who accomplished it all today and to the woman who couldn’t even manage to shower.
To the woman who felt herself come alive in motherhood and to the woman who struggles in finding herself in this role.
Here’s to all the women who are privileged to also be known as mother.
Being a mother is a role that will remain challenging and offer constant growth. It is my greatest life’s work. For this I’m grateful to the boy who made me mother and the man who joins me on this journey.