To the Mothers Who Create Worlds

I was raised by a mother who breathed life into everything—

dandelions with voices, dragons with dignity,

cotton balls that became clouds in cardboard skies.

She could animate creatures big and small,

giving them names, stories, and purpose—

teaching me that motherhood isn’t just caretaking,

it’s world-making.

Today, I thank her.

The one who wove magic into the mundane

and taught me that love could take many shapes—

a whisper, a drawing, a story at bedtime,

a fierce hand held through the storm.

To all who identify as mothers,

who step into the impactful role of Motherhood—

biological, chosen, spiritual, ancestral—

thank you.

Thank you for showing up,

for making meals and mending wounds,

for building bridges back to self

when the world tries to pull you away.

And to my four beautiful children—

thank you for choosing me.

Thank you for being my greatest mirrors,

my wildest teachers,

my body’s favorite masterpieces.

I do not mother perfectly.

but I mother wholly—

from a place of loving truth,

with my whole body,

my whole breath,

my whole becoming.

Happy Mother’s Day

to all the world-shapers,

life-weavers,

and soft-strong hearts

who hold it all.