To The Mothers.

To the mothers:

those who have carried…
swollen and round, full and aching, body broken for love,

mothers_0001 and to those have carried for their sisters, body broken for love.

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And to those who have laid their heart out raw in longing and devotion despite pain, despite loss for the child they’ve always known heart and soul mothers_0106

but have yet to hold.

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To those who have have matched the flesh of their own in their first breath

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and, enraptured, watched them draw each after.

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And to those who loved enough, more than enough to surrender and let go.

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And to those who have mothered, devoted, those raised by another.

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To those to whom motherhood came with a price,

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leaving them marked and scarred, ruined in every sense but our own.

To those who began motherhood naive and tender,

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and to those who entered grayed and seasoned and ready.

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To those who have embraced the sacrifice

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facing the unknown each day, at every turn.

To those who hold their own in nurseries and serenity,

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and to those who hold their babies through tubes and cords and fears.

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To those who are the voice for the voiceless,

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their champions,

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and to those who stay in their strength as silent warriors.

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To those who have beat the odds,

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and to those who face them now.

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To those rocking in the lonely cold hours of black night,

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rocking and hushing and singing through the tears.

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To those who know these days pass.

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And to those whose fog of suffering alone has darkened any memory of those days.

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To those who bare their breasts to give life,

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and to those who mix and prepare and ready life for theirs.

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To those who tow bandaids in every venture and know how to comfort in every storm,

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to those who keep trying in the inconsolable.

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And to those who now celebrate from a distance.

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To those who grow their own sustenance, committed and determined,

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to those who manage, committed and determined, to find time to make it through a drive through.

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To those who humble themselves and teach, patient and gentle,

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to those who entrust their prizes to another, joyful and thankful.

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To those who who greet their babes each morning with a kiss

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brush through snarled curls and pack lunches each day.

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To those who work through the night, and live motherhood through the sunshine.

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To those who depart before dawn has broken and return poured out repeating, without complaint what they know to be best.

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To those who work outside, inside, at, from or within home
everywhere, anywhere, all for their love.

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To those who are holding their hearts within their arms,

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and to those whose hearts have been broken.
To those who face their journey with a multitude of admirers,

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and to those who go it alone.

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To those to whom motherhood is everything they hoped, what they dreamed since the beginning.

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And to those who have been made a mother

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by a journey rocky and unsettled.

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To those whose homes are full and noisy and messy,

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and to those whose homes are now quiet.

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To those who have watched those they birthed give birth

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and continue their motherhood in the grey years of legacy and heritage.

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To those who hold hands and hearts

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 and questions and answers
and history.

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To the mothers,

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though words will never be enough,

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we thank you,

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and we are humbled to be yours.

Because of you,

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your vulnerability,

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your dedication,

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your sacrifice,

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your joy,

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we are who we are today.

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Yes, to the mothers, our mothers,

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to the mothers who have so gracefully raised their boys, the sons who have become our husbands, fathers of the families we together cherish,

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to my mother,

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my mother who beyond human comprehension has stood and will stand as a pillar of faith, strength and hope for generations to come,

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it is because of you mothers, and your sleepless nights and doubting days and silent prayers and unparalleled laid out humility in tender patience,

that we are now mothers too and now

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All photographs except the last two by Allison Corrin Photography in Kansas City. Find us on Facebook here.
Last photograph of my own family from Anecdotally Yours in Kansas City

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  • Mom - Happy Mother’s Day to you, my precious
    loving daughter. Thank you, forever, for being who you are.ReplyCancel

  • annette callies-winkler - Wow, the combinations of words and photos are spectacular! I was raised with a multitude of sisters and had several girls of my own both of my body and of my heart. I love how your words capture every situation I have experienced or watched the women of my life go through! What a wonderful tribute!ReplyCancel

  • Stephanie - This is just amazing. The tears won’t stop. Thank you so much for sharing.ReplyCancel

  • Hali Tomczak - This is amazingly beautiful! Your words and images:)ReplyCancel

  • Carol Bahr - Breathtaking. I love your work, friend. :)ReplyCancel

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