mothers

 

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.

Present.

Touchable.

 

That's hard.

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.

 

Aunt Linda

Aunt Judy

Paige

Izzy

Jen

Yvonne

Megan

Julie

Lisa

Liz

Ann

Nancy

Kim

Meredith

Quincy

Jodi

Holly

Heather

Lori

Dawn

Sheryl

Amber

Elizabeth

Toni

Amy

Barb

Karen

Louise

Missy

Sherry

Trisha

Courtney

Maddie

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.