This one is for the mothers. Those still wearing sweatpants at 4pm, and those walking around in stilettos.
This one is for the moms. Those whose “work day” is spent at home cleaning, teaching, nurturing, and guiding, and those whose work day is spent away from home doing the same.
This one is for the mothers. The ones who kiss boo-boos, and hold hair back for a silk child. The ones who clean bottoms, wipe snotty noses, or rock a sick or small child into the wee hours of the night. Those who have bottlefed, and those who chose the breast. The ones who cut the crusts off grilled cheeses, and catch sneezes.
This one is for the moms. The ones who can cook like a gourmet chef, and those who prefer take out. The ones whose kitchen table is filled with glitter, glue and paint, and those who would rather buy the card than sit down to create.
This one is for the “like a moms.” Those who never had children of their own. The ones who lost a child, or whose chidden are grown. The ones who love on the children of others.
This one is for the moms. The ones who have made mistakes. The ones who have yelled one too many times, and had to say “sorry” more times than they could count. For the moms who don’t have it all together, and those who only seem like they do.
This one is for the moms, for the ones who have passed on. The ones who have nurtured future moms, and whose memories live on.
This one is for the moms.
Happy Mother’s Day!