Mother the Mothers

A love letter to mother hearts

Mother the Mothers

They came in quietly
Just how mother hearts do, 
Slipping in behind the scenes
To nurture me

My own mother
Changing sheets
Playing with kids
Picking up my household clutter

Fresh flowers handed to me
And soft pajamas, sweet baby outfits
Epsom salts and herbal baths
iced lattes, homemade chai

Nourishment appeared
In meals dropped off, 
Gift cards galore, 
Both body and soul being fed

Older siblings unforgotten
Lavished with mandarin oranges, mangoes
Chalk and bubbles
coloring supplies

I’ve learned to say
Yes, please
Thank you
I need…

As I love my third tiny baby
While matching the energy of my older kids
Trying to balance my healing, their growth, 
A marriage, and a home

This is what mother hearts do -

We show up and dig in
To whatever needs care,
Maybe dirty dishes or soothing spirits
Or simply creating space

When it’s our turn
We receive with gratitude
Humbly soaking in
The truth that we need mothered too.

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*"Mother the Mothers" is a phrase coined by momculture.com.