Did you know that Mother's Day was created as a way to celebrate mothers who had or were in danger of losing their sons to war? That kind of gives the day a new meaning. Instead of only honoring those ladies who are mothers I choose to celebrate all of the amazing women in my life wherever they are in their journey.
I celebrate you ladies who spend their days wiping snot with your hands and putting things back for themselves at Target so you can get those cute shoes for your little, you are loved. To those who are waiting for their precious bundles to arrive whether it be by delivery, adoption, or other form of arrival, you are loved. To those hopeful ladies who are searching for answers, you are loved. To those women who have lost children before they got to meet them or met them and lost them, you are loved. And to those ladies who want to be nurturers and caregivers in other ways, you are loved.
To all the moms out there who doubt themselves everyday (hello) or compare themselves to other moms (stop that). Your house may be a wreck (like mine), your may have to check if your kid is wearing underwear before leaving the house (yikes), and you may wipe your kid down with baby wipes every now and then because you don't have enough time to bathe them after school because their bodies are covered in mulch before going to the grocery store.
You are all honored, loved, and prayed for each and everyday.