We are the mothers. A tribute to the women raising tomorrow’s greatness.

We are the mothers.

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We’re the ones who have dreamed and planned and hoped and lost and wept and waited and all together ached with desire.

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We’re the one who haven’t known how it could ever happen, how we’d ever be healthy enough, secure enough, ready enough, worthy enough, ever enough.

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And, still,
in grace we are gifted this magnificent gift.
Motherhood.

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And, as mothers, as cells are knit and explosion of life is tinier than the eye can see, our hearts are fuller still.

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And whether planned or prepared,

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Because we are mothers.

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We’re the ones who’ve reached for them across bath waters, IV lines and hospital gowns.

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We’ve reached for them across state lines and continents,

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marriage certificates and dotted lines, all to hold them flesh against breast

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and know they’re ours.

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Because we’re the glue.

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We’re the providers, the nurturers, the quiet refuge.

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We can’t keep our eyes open and rise with the dawn.

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We pour coffee and wine and over books and stovetops and bills.

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We scratch through enrollment forms and homework and garden beds and spreadsheets.

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We learn to nurse from our breast and how to kiss scraped knees and mend holed socks and broken hearts and through it all, 

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to live all over again.

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We turn leaf veins into treasure maps and cotton ball clouds into galloping unicorns and thunderstorms into concert music.

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We make beds and bread and rent and memories and legacy.

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And through black days, those oh so bleak terrible days, like bug zappers again and again,

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we keep barely above waves of exhaustion and self-doubt

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and we press on.

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Because we choose for these hard, grueling, beautiful days to still shine brighter than all the brightest days before them.

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And somehow by this lamp light of one day at a time,

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through the orbit of outpouring and joy,

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we find ourselves still putting one step forward one at a time,

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and we choose them.

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Our children.

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Because we are mothers

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raising the ones who will take only the patience and gentleness and vision

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that we,

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through grace,

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have given them

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 forward into the universe

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for generations to come.

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It is we,

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the mothers,

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who are not just raising our children,

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Read more of my passion for motherhood in last year’s tribute to motherhood here.

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