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Month: May 2018
“A mother is one who knows the way,
goes the way and shows the way.”
-John C. Maxwell
by Kayla Harrison
Google defines the act of “mothering” as, “bringing up with care and affection” or “giving birth to.”
Though I am not a mother to children, I am still a mother.
I am a mother to my ideas, to the words I write down on a page, to my stories. I am a mother to my kindness, making sure it’s birthed in every conversation. I am a mother to my body, giving it all that it needs to survive.
I am a mother to my soul, nurturing it with good music and sunshine.
Like my own mother, I have a heart that beats with passion, a heart that knows it beats not for me, but for others. I give what I have to those that don’t.
I am a mother to those closest to me, making sure they know they are loved.
I am a mother to those I don’t know, those I see on the streets with no home.
I am a mother to those struggling to find hope, those that cry out wondering if anyone hears them. I am a mother to those begging for something to make them feel again.
Like my own mother, I just want everyone to be happy.
I want everyone to know someone cares.
I want everyone to see they’re more than their past and their mistakes.
Being a mother is more than having children.
It’s feeling — maybe a little too much some days.
It’s caring for something or someone with all that you have.
It’s putting time and effort into making a work of art — a masterpiece. It’s loving, with every ounce of being.
I care and I feel and I love. I create and I mold.
I hug and I hold tight.
And though I am not a mother to children, I am still a mother.
2018 Kayla Harrison
Kayla Harrison is a Writing Arts graduate student at Rowan University, editor at The Urban Howl, and freelance writer for Business News Daily. Her goal in life is to find those who’ve lost their sense of wonder and guide them to rediscovering it. To Kayla, reading is a way of discovering the world, and writing a way of making sense of it all. To learn more about her and her writing, check out her blog insearchofthewritedirection.weebly.com
It is not past tense.
I have a mother.
How can I say
she is no longer
when I feel her
I know about
I had a
Still I make
mistakes and they
are my own.
what mothers do.