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To all the Mothers

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Today is Mother’s Day.  The spirit of this holiday is so wonderful to honor the women in our lives who are giving of themselves to raise wonderful human beings!  What a job it is!!!  To all your mother’s out there–Happy Mother’s Day.

AND I know this day is also filled with grief, pain, loss, and sadness. To all of you who are missing your Mother, wishing you were a Mother or experiencing pain around this holiday, I want to say BREATHE.  It is understandable that this day is a challenge  So go easy on yourself today.  Honor yourself.  Honor your Mom.

I believe we don’t have to be actively raising children to celebrate this day. Mothering/Nurturing takes many different forms being an aunt, a cousin, a sister, or a friend.  Any time you show up to lovingly care for others you are exhibiting a mother’s love.

In the spirit of the day I wanted to share one of my favorite poems. To all of you Phenomenal Women out there!!  Thank you.

Phenomenal Woman

By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

2 Responses to To all the Mothers

  1. Thank your for honoring the mothering/nurturing that enriches so many and also the complexity of the day as you put it so well in your newsletter. I love this poem by Maya Angelou. So glad you shared it!

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