I love Mother's Day.
And hate it.
All at the same time.
Chris does a great job celebrating me.
He cooks me breakfast.
And they make homemade cards.
And I get time to myself.
And this year he promised to watch the Survivor finale with me. All three hours.
Whilst he scratches my back.
I feel extremely loved.
But I don't have a mama to celebrate.
Not one that's here.
And I can get mired down in it if I let myself.
I miss her so damn much.
Every single second of the world.
But then I remember that I have a bunch of mothers.
Women who have mothered me.
Women I have mothered with.
Women who aren't even mothers yet, but love my girl like another mother.
Women I don't see very often, but know I could call in an instant and they would be there.
Women from my past.
Women from my present.
Women I adore.
So, I would like to list them here.
In no particular order of importance.
Cause I love them all.
And I want them to know it.
and a whole slew of others
That's a bunch of women.
Who love me.
And my girl.
So even though it's not perfect, it's bearable.
Because I am not alone.
Happy Mother's Day to you and you and you.