That’s not what I call mine. The word always sounded too formal. I call her mom. In my heart, I call her mama. I’m so glad I still get to call her. She’s 83. I will call her as soon as I finish writing this, dear readers. She may be reading this now. She was my first reader, and my first fan.
My kid is off the hook. I give my stepson room to express his love and care for me in anyway he chooses, at any time. I reflect on the many ways I’ve mothered in my lifetime. I cherish the opportunity to nurture: pets, plants, students, clients, other people’s kids all have given me the gift of finding this outpouring from my heart.
Are you able to call your mom today? What do you expect of those you’ve mothered? Ki to Happiness wishes you all a happy Mother’s Day every day.