Happy Mother's Day to my mother, the one who shed her skin for me to be born, the one who gave her burdens to me, and the one who let me take the fall.
Happy Mother's Day, to the lady who made me who I am, even though my brain is fickle with thoughts surrounding it like bees. She made sure to let them know that I have all the honey and pollen, so that they may attack ,for to be strong, you must first be broken down.
Like a wooden house, you must be eaten by all the termites to be set on fire; you will scream, but it will all be worth it in the end.
For Mother's job was never to be kind but to birth and let the world take their children, let the world use their womb for its bidding, and let the man take credit for it all. For even if he didn't carry the children for more than eight months. He was there to help create it, so therefore he is the one responsible, the one in charge. But only when he wants to, for the burden of the child is too much to carry on the brain, and the screaming of the woman was too much to process. For the blood drove him crazy, and his body couldn't move, for it reminded him of his own time in his mother's womb, begging for safety.
Yet his father did the same thing that he did with his own children and took him from his precious mother, for the cycle is not to be broken but always repeated.
When the woman asks for help, the man may not aid her, for she is on her own, and she must heal on her own, surviving the scars. Surviving the aches and all the pain that comes with it, for the gift of their labor will be the slavery of their children and their children's children.
The pain never truly goes away, but at least they have their child, no matter how disfigured they made their mother's body looks. No matter how many times she looks in the mirror, she will see how she will never be the same, never be the woman she was before the kids. The woman she was destined to be before kids, the people who dropped to their knees for her before she ruined her body.
Happy Mother's Day, I say to the woman who never wanted to be a mother, who dreaded the very thought of something foreign in her body yet she ended up with me. So the least I could do was not being a disappointment right? Get her everything she desired, that her baby father couldn't do right? Because, I was apart of him too, so that means I owed her just as much as he owed her, right?
When I saw you as a little girl, you let me know much being a mother took out of you, how it took your very identity. Your soul and your very heart, you pressed to me that if I were to ever sacrifice my womb to the earth that it will burn, be stained forever. Hot characoal sitting cozy while I would scream, blood pouring from my throat as I hoped my life would be saved from the very thought of childbearing.
How great it is to be a woman, a mother at that, to smile when you were hurting and to show your kids that emotions were only meant for a lobotomy, for the world would never tolerate tears. Never tolerate a woman who wasn't strong, for those women are the ones who are dead. Not because they wanted to be but because the world took them, strung them of who they were and grabbed their children when they weren't looking.
That is why you have to be strong a woman, and a person in general because cruelty won't stop because you asked. It won't make your parents love you because you pleaded and it won't make you a better mother because you read every book that you could before that child arrived.
No, it won't stop because you asked it to and just because you gave everything to your children doesn't mean they will be grateful. No, you have to be grateful for having them, for choosing to love them despite what they would become. For being the best mother you could even be when your mother wasn't the best to you. Trying makes a difference will help them. Love, for one makes a difference and maybe you don't have to change everything but atleast change the bad habits to help them become better people, better humans.
Even, if it was an unexpected surprise, please treat the child with care for this is both your first time living. First time experiencing what this world has to offer, maybe even your first time being a mother. Usually, a mother and a child's bond is one of a special care. One that lets a child know that they are safe and lets the mother know that the baby is okay and that she did a good job. Even though, it takes many challenges and hardships, a mother does bring so much charcter to that child first experiences on earth.
Afterall, she did most of the work creating that little human, bringing the little hope into the world and just hoping that they do good with what they were given.
It is a mother's biggest wish that their child bring as much as joy to the world as they did to them. Hoping that they become something great and even if they don't still loving them because that is their offspring.
But being a mother does not only include biological children but also: Dogs, Cats, Animals, and Adopted Children. A mother truly is someone who steps up and loves regardless of what they get out of it. Not from the check they get the government or the chores they get done in return but the care for loving a living being for being alive.
That is what motherhood is and what it will always be, so Happy Mother's Day to the mothers of all kind and remember to always love.