Written by Sis. Renee Edwards
““For You created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”
”
We start our life with a push that we do not yet understand, and a slap that teaches our lungs to breathe, our hearts to fight, and our souls to begin. Before we know language, before we understand love, there is a mother.
the first voice that we hear,
the first heartbeat we trust,
the first home we ever know.
Contextually, a mother is a female parent, defined biologically, legally, or through nurturing roles as a provider of care, love, and protection. In reality, she is a woman of superhuman abilities.
A mind reader,
human lie detector,
with eyes in the back of her head,
supersonic hearing,
and X-ray vision.
A mother’s job is never done.
It is a role that begins at gestation and continues even after her children leave her nest.
She is the healer of scraped knees, stubbed toes, and runny noses.
She is the keeper of sleepless nights
praying, covering, carrying silent worries whilst being a tower of strength for those around her.
The beauty and strength of a mother’s love remain majestic and pure.
It is stitched together on a beautiful canvas as a memoriam of wisdom, grace, love, and unending sacrifice.
Often denying or deferring dreams of her own to fulfill the desires of her young, carrying burdens in silence so her children can walk lighter roads.
To the grandmothers who have stepped in to become permanent guardians and babysitters, thank you.
To the teachers who help shape and nurture our children, pouring into them in ways that oftentimes go unnoticed, thank you.
To the aunts, sisters, and general caregivers, thank you.
To the stepmothers who have literally stepped into the role of being a bonus mom, we thank you.
Prayer warriors.
Executive chefs.
Executive assistants.
Honorary butt wipers.
Lawyers. Teachers. Judges.
Fierce protectors and providers.
The ones who are able to constantly “tun yuh hand an mek fashion.”
Fashion designers. Homemakers.
The first ones to kiss our booboos and wipe our tears when our hearts get broken.
And somehow, the same ones who call us to reach the remote that is but an arm’s length away.
These are the exceptional qualities and roles of a mother.
It is no accident that God decided to come into the world through the womb of a woman.
He could have chosen any other avenue to come into the earth.
Yet He decided to be nurtured through a mother’s love, though He was perfect and divine.
We are simply magical.
To the moms who have transitioned to the other side, whose love somehow still magically wraps its arms around us.
we miss you dearly.
We will forever cherish your memories and wear them daily in the hidden pockets of our hearts.
To all the wonderful mothers out there
the ones who are desperately trying, and those who have suffered loss
I see you.
My heart is with you.
Happy Mother’s Day.