To the Mothers...Happy mother's Day

To the mothers who nurse their swelling stomachs and wistfully dream of things to come To the mothers who appreciate that their minds or bodies weren't ready- Who need to understand that their time is not God's time. To the mother that tries to get the hang of PSPs, pythagoras and podcasts To the mother who struggles to morph between disciplinarian and friend. To the mothers who are mothers to their sisters and their brothers And the grandmothers that have done more than their fair share. To the mother that uses her child (inadvertantly) as currency, a bargaining tool, an excuse. To the mother that runs herself ragged trying to make ends meet. To the married woman who gets a breather because her man's got her back. To the married woman who doesn't but gets on with it anyway. To the mothers who have sat up late at night with worry Then beat the crap out of their kids with relief. To the mother that welcomes home her prodigal child time and time again To the mother who wants the best for her child, but doesn't realise a sheltered life isn't the way.

To the mother who knows that she has to let her child learn from their mistakes.

To the mothers,

To the mothers.

I salute you.