and

Mothers, young and old, we honor you. 

For all you have given, loved, and sacrificed,

for all your self-doubt and wondering if you were good enough or “doing it right”,

for all the pain you endured,

for all the hopes you carried,

for all your failings,

for defining yourself in part, in relation with your children,

for . . . the list goes on.

Thank you.

To my Grandma, who gave me my mother,

To my mother who gave life to me

To my mother-in-law who gave me Lynette

To Lynette who mothers our son,

I celebrate your beauty, your strength, your womanhood. 

My heart is yours and you continue to shape it.

And to all those who long to be mothers but can’t,

I hold you in my prayers today.

Thanks to you all;

a grateful man, dwight