I was 14.
The first Mother’s Day without her was less than a month after her passing–she died only several weeks earlier…days before her 37 birthday.
27 Mother’s Days without her.
Today is a day to celebrate “mothers”–birth and choice.
I am thankful for all the “mothers” who have tried their best to step in and share lessons, tried to give unconditional love, tried to make the hole in my life seem a little smaller–people who have helped expand my understanding of love.
This world hasn’t been welcoming to my intersectional identity and the “mothers” who have stepped in to help me navigate this world have had no easy task.
My continued existence is an act of protest, an act of love, an act of recognition for all of my mothers.
Happy Mother’s Day–thank you.
