the complicated gifts of motherhood
on this and all mother's days
Dear Mothers,
We all know motherhood is not what we expected. We spend every day up close and personal with the full range of sorrow and grief, love and unimaginable radiance.
The gift is that it hurts like crazy.
The gift is learning, over and over, that happiness and sorrow are always rising and falling.
The gift is the long, slow lesson that we cannot control… we can only love.
We know each other. We know what it means to birth precious humans into the complexity of life. We watch our babies grow and learn to love — as we watch them learn to bear pain and loss.
Yes, it hurts. And yes, even our pain is love.
Thank you, mothers, for helping me learn to love — and to recognize the love that is all around us.
I honor what we do. I am grateful for the gifts of our unseen and unrecognized power, and our fierce determination to do the best we can in the face of insurmountable odds.
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I am fully aware that the experience of birthing a baby is not for many women what it was for me. There are so many stories that differ wildly. But I am endlessly grateful for my personal journey. For me, it was my one moment in the presence of the divine, my one moment in the power and grace of the universe. That one moment that also traveled back through time and forward to infinity and taught me my own insignificance in the universe as well as my indisputable and necessary place in the sea of universal intelligence. I broke open and became something else.
All women, carriers of Mitochondrial DNA, shield maidens and wild warriors unite!
Seeing, and Bowing to, all who have birthed humanity through space and time!