In the spirit of sisterhood I dedicate this Mother’s Day to;
Single Mothers. We freakin’ rock. Being a parent is hard enough without doing it alone.
Those who were not raised by mothers that loved them. Not everyone had a perfect start and to rise from a traumatic childhood where your Mum was not ideal takes a kind of strength and courage I can only admire.
Those who have Mums who died. Grief is mercurial, individual and impossible to truly describe at the best of times but when my Mum died I felt as if I lost a part of myself too. The death of the cradle of your life is a loss all its own.
Anyone who wants to be a Mum but isn’t. Mother’s Day must be another reminder of all you want and don’t have.I don’t really have words, other than pull up a chair and talk to me, the kettles on.
All non traditional Mums, lesbian co-parents, step Mum’s, nursery workers and even teachers. You all mother, nurture and love. That’s all children need.
All women, who for whatever reason find today hard. Have a hug. Have a cuppa. Come and sit with me and cry on my shoulder.
It takes more than a womb to make a woman a mother (and sometimes not at all). Whatever, however you came to mother be proud and celebrate the love you share in all its forms and all its glory.