How do I explain to a person that shows this much compassion that she is gold and worthy of more than this life itself?
That her deeds she feels goes unnoticed are the core value that instilled a generation of activism and empowerment.
That the tears that fall from her eyes are caught and kept locked away as a means of rebellion and ammunition for the fight that reveals the power we have as women.
That the burden she carries on her back I’ve extended my shoulders to carry as a napsack, as I give her fresh water to drink from.
I wash her feet with my thanks, I embrace her with my gratitude, yet it’s still not enough to cover all of the sweat that falls from her head being the mother that she is and always has been.
Her superwoman tendencies, her all or nothing mindset, she told me it’s all she knows how to be, and I said that’s all she has to be.
Her work is astounding, her effort phenomenal, and still all I’ve said and words still can’t explain the sweat that falls from her head being the mother that she is and always has been.
And people don’t know the importance of a mother, that her work, every generation she carries to raise and to nuture, to feed from her breast the milk of empathy, love, acceptance and power, that she has provided ten fold all that a mother can provide without an ounce of complaint.
She is the reason that I write and I’m learning to love every ounce of myself because if I’m anything, an onunce of what she is, I would be able to do and say, speak for all of my fellow women, that we are all powerful and able in everything because we decend from the mothers we came from.
So mom, with saying so much and not nearly enough, I owe you many thanks and all that I have in me, Happy super woman day because you are the epitome of greatness and if I’m lucky, I can be just like you when I grow up.
Continue with your courage and your bravery, to live as such an example that you are.
With all of me,