Bless all the moms—
those who have carried us
in their bodies,
and in their hearts,
and in their minds,
and all those who have mothered us
in some form or fashion.
The ones who answer our calls
no matter the time of day,
or absurd the request.
Those who remind us that we are loved, loved, loved
no matter what.
We thank them and honor them all.
Those we can hug today,
and those who are now gone
and those now distant from us.
And bless all those too for whom mothering is
complicated, difficult, heartbreaking, or incomplete.
Do what only you can do, God:
Bless and heal.
Restore and rebuild all generations,
forwards and backwards in time.
Amen.
