Whether you birthed them or bought them, borrow them and return them, those little humans are yours.
We burp and chop and dress and mop, play and read and kiss and repeat.
We sing and climb, plan days and sit in car pool lines.
We teach and listen and fold and pray, we mess up and show up, clean poop and throw up.
We freak out, we lean in, we forgive and discipline. We worry and hold tight, disagree and fight.
We still call. We still pray. We still give advice, and still check on your day.
We love, we cry, we lose, we die.
We are mothers, yes. And we are so much more. We are a village of women, of warriors.
Happy Mother’s Day!