To the mama who carried her child for nine months and has raised her little one since the day they took their first breath.
To the mama who carried her child for a time that was cut short, ending in unspeakable grief and loss.
To the mama who took over for another woman, raising a child she did not birth but giving of her heart, her last name, and full energy to give them a second chance through adoption.
To the mama who provides temporary refuge to a child, giving of her home, her heart, and her resources, knowing they will move on to another home or back to their family of origin.
To the mama who stepped in and stepped up for her child through marriage, navigating the complications of step-parenthood as graciously as possible.
To the mama who is guardian to her child on paper, true to the cause of motherhood, dedicated to her child with or without the tie of blood.
To the mama who embraced the spouse of her grown child, welcoming them into the family with open arms.
To the mama without an official title—except perhaps the designation of second mom—filling in cracks and crevices of need, affection, and a listening ear throughout their childhood or even adulthood.
To all you mamas, thank you.
For your selfless care, dedication, and perseverance. For your nurture and discipline. For the days you’ve spent on the edge and nights you’ve spent wide awake pondering. For the tears, struggles, and triumphs. For your work in and outside the home. For the character you are grooming and exemplifying. For all the games and events you’ve attended. For the countless projects and homework you’ve assisted with. For the investment you’ve made that will truly last a lifetime. Thank you.
To all you mamas . . . Happy Mother’s Day.