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Our mothers, wherever you are
the vessels that brought us forth
we salute you, here and afar
oh special queen mother of our hearts.
©Kym Gordon Moore
We arrived as a baby through the birth of a woman and not as a finished product from an assembly line. We grow, and hopefully, we will learn the valuable life lessons that help us to show the world our brilliant light of love. I remember being in church on Mother’s Day growing up, where a sea of members whose mothers were living wore red roses, and those whose mothers passed away wore white roses on their lapels. That image itself was a tearjerker, and those of us who wore red roses somehow felt a sense of emotional guilt embedded in sadness.
As we approach Mother’s Day this weekend, for those of us who bear a white rose for our mothers who are no longer here, and for those of you who hold a red rose for your mother’s presence right now, may we be grateful to have this gift of life that we can share with maternal love to those who choose to receive it unconditionally. To be fruitful and multiply doesn’t mean you have to be a mother, but that you grow and produce your fruit of love and light, then share it with others so that these gifts can be duplicated.
To all of you mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, stepmothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, guardians, teachers, and even fathers who do double parental duty, enjoy and embrace your Mother’s Day every day, whether it’s happy or not. And for the women who wanted to be mothers but aren’t or couldn’t be but perhaps had the desire, you can still be fruitful and multiply…maternally with your “love!”