This mother’s day I would like to recognize the mothers of everyone I love. The moms who helped shape the people in my life who have meant the most to me…who have helped to shape who I am and how I feel about myself and the world around me.
I want to acknowledge all the moms who have lost their identities as they’ve chosen to rank themselves third or forth in the family because it seemed like the right thing to do. All those moms who gave so much that they no longer know who they are or what they like. The moms who attempt to do the right thing for their kids but never for themselves. The moms who are so uncomfortable in their own skin, afraid of what to do or say incase they make the wrong choices. The moms who can’t sleep at night due to the guilt that lingers with them…who are afraid of everything they’ve said and done and how they may have fucked up their children beyond repair. The moms who can’t look at themselves in the mirror, the moms who make mistakes, the moms who fear the worst and are paranoid about every fear, joy, accident and possibility.
I want to acknowledge the moms who struggle to feed their children. Who struggle to provide feminine and masculine examples for their children as a single parent.
The moms who will never know what it feels like to hold and cuddle their child.
The moms who feel a responsibility to be everything to everyone.
Being a mom is the most joyful, and dreadful job there is. No one acknowledges it…no one thanks you ….or takes you out for lunch for a good job. You have to be it every day, all day, no exceptions. There are no days off, no sick days, no days you can slack and just turn it all off. Your children depend on you. They don’t care, at a young age, how you feel or what kind of day you’ve had. They want what they want when they want it and if you don’t provide it they will hit, spit, and call you names.
So give your mom a kiss today. Thank her for everything she’s done and given you…because she’s never not been there…even if you thought differently.