Honour thy Mothers

somewhere there is a woman who regrets what she is. Somewhere there are many females of many species that have come to a point where they regret their decisions to either have or have not children. Today is a day to honor all mothers, the willing and unwilling alike.

I wish I could give you good cheerful passages but you all know by now that isn't my way and my past paved who I am today. There is no sweet poem for the woman who bore me or the women who bore my parents at all really. I don't regret my life or my child's as she was wanted but I can certainly grasp the idea of a woman who does. I even know of one such, my mother, who is still alive today and very alone. To her I give a simple thank you for being the vessel that brought me forth and beyond that I spit in the wind. I owe her nothing and I refuse anything from her even a glass of water should I be dry in an arid place and needed of a quench.

There are woman who made a good role of themselves and stepped up to the plate. Those are the women I want to think of today. The young mother who was forced into her role through an act of violence and the old woman who stood up and claimed her children's children when her kids couldn't perform the duties correctly. I want to honor the daycare workers and nurses and teachers and single fathers today too. I want to honor the mothers of friends who would counsel a child not their own and who would take them in when they knew they had no where to go. I want to honor the women who died bringing froth their baby into this world and the family that created the community in which for them to live. I want to honor the mothers of my best friends for doing such a fine job with their kids, however unperfect they are, they are perfect for me. I want to honor the woman and mother I know my daughter will be someday. I do so now in case I won't be here for that chance. I want to honor the pain and suffering and neglect and will of any woman, man or beast who will put a babe's life before their own, their needs before their own.

I want to honor the fates and the gods that govern us for teaching this old dog how to be a good mom when I had no other teachers. I know I am because my daughter told me so and people that surround us can see she has no genuine fear of me outside a cuff to the back of the head when she needs it. I want to honor a day of peace not just for here and for Wamphyrii or Christians but for Muslim, Hebrew, Hindi, Chin, Buddhists, and Aboriginal women everywhere who in times of great strife and war succeed at raising tomorrow's hope. I have no other examples before me of what this day means to you as it is a personal celebration or haunt for the whole of you. I will honor all when I wake today and look, again, at the card and the chain and charm my Lobo gave to me a day earlier because she couldn't wait for just a "special" day to honor hers.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.