For it was a listing open to all genders, but which only strong, tenacious, diligent women showed up for and applied.
A tribute to the women, on Mother’s Day, who need not to have actually birthed a live child, but who daily nurture, rear and open themselves as mothers to all those who live.
I write this as perhaps the most personal post you will ever see from me, a writing in regards to those whom I was raised, reared and born to love. Individuals who have personally seen my glory and my shame, regardless, loving me more each day, flourishing in our relationships no matter how flawed.
My grandmother, the mother of my mom, the only grandparent I have known, would be the first in line of matronly relationships. The grand dame, a remarkable artist and woman who lived with fierce conviction until she was 94 years old and to whom I wish I had been closer, purely a fault of my own by not making myself more available.
In the household of my years, I have a mother; a woman whose beauty never diminishes, there has never been a day that I have not looked at her and thought, “You are so beautiful –,” she also has the power to be my best friend or my worst enemy. This title is inherent to her purely by identity, a burden bearer too many, not only that of myself. And it matters not where she falls on my personal scale of the day, because she will forever be the first person I run to, burying my pitiful face into her chest and weep in times of personal need. The number 1 influence in all of my life, because she is My Mother. And I know… she will always be there, no matter how difficult her role may be.
I have 3 sisters, talented, remarkable, gorgeous women who I have the pleasure of being the eldest, 4 girls in the wake of 5 siblings. In my immediate household I have 2 daughters who have continued to bless me with valid life, happiness and joy; the existence of light, showing me what living was meant to be. The cherry who rests on the top of my multi-gal layered cake is my granddaughter.
I have 1 mother-in-law and 3 incredible sisters by marriage, and another 2 amazing female cousins who all have been more to me than I will ever be able to reciprocate; and friends, amazingly awe-inspiring women who hear from me, almost never, but have indelibly stamped their impression on me. This does not include the 4 refreshing nieces who now share my life.
The sun, moon and stars, all of these girls are to me.
A woman-palooza, if you will.
There is 1 nameless lady who is a mother to so many, the greatest friend, sister, daughter, etc. and shown me the strength in my own ability to be seen out loud and stand proud. A tireless task, and real life-time event.
Now please do not get me wrong, I was born of man. But this is about the women, the mothers, who have made a difference in my life and whom I’d like to THANK.
This bubble in which I live has been influenced greatly by all of these ladies and yet, my ability to accomplish genuine relationships is fractured, but not from lack of my true, real, abiding love and besides the Thank You this post is meant to be on Mother’s Day to all of you: I would like to add a song that identifies wholly what it is I speak and even these lyrics are lacking; because young is irrelevant where time is concerned – we will all be too young, but fulfilled – I am left without want, this, the women of my life…you have made me.
It is in your honor I Send Sunshine.