Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day.

She first thought about me,
Felt me within her
Mother, ready to lay aside everything for her own
Career and relationships,
She endures many sleepless nights
Fashioning
Planning
Preparing
Moulding
Praying for her own

Mother often ignored, scorned for be not “working”
Not working?

Who else can decide to give up years of training in esteem fields for this role.

Not working? Yet
She labours at the job, for which no minimum wage is set.
Often arriving at her job at the crack of dawn
A job where the task for the day determines the finish time.
A job which involves assuming fictional characters and depicting them well
A job that involves endless negotiations with her superiors “kids”.
One that requires knowledge beyond her years
One that involves been pelted with stones, toys, sands, and food all in the name of love.
A job that involves production, building, fashioning, moulding, crafting not of food, cars, electronic but
Another human, a working functioning human being.

One that involves thinking on your feet, while sleeping (rarely),
Driving,
Cooking
Bathing
One where she’s never alone.
Even when her kids outgrow the nest,


I say it’s the most important of all jobs.
They never outgrow her heart….
they are always present in her every waking moment….

Today and every day I celebrate you.

Happy Mother’s Day.