“We are powerful, strong, and brave.
We can grow another human inside our bodies and create life.
We are able to endure labor pains, an indescribable physical and mental suffering, while somehow managing to push life into this world.
We have our stomachs cut open before us, after which we spend weeks recovering while still caring for a totally dependent new life, bringing joy to the world.
We experience the literal loss of a child—miscarriages, ectopic pregnancies, molar pregnancies, infertility—and the figurative loss as they leave the nest to begin their own life and family. All the while, we bear the grief of it all, somehow persevering.
We foster and adopt children that we instantly fall in love with, quickly becoming their mother without another thought. They are ours, they are what we have been waiting for, they are our babies.
Our bodies make the purest and most perfect food to sustain the life of another—food that is living and breathing, that changes daily to meet our child’s particular needs. It contains an average of 20,000 white blood cells per teaspoon, plus antibodies and immunities. It’s is medicine, comfort, love.
We somehow survive on minimal sleep, and just when we reach the point where we think we can’t give any more, we do. We are teachers, healers, therapists, safe places, comforters, givers, lovers, and friends.
We always sacrifice, push forward, and love. Always.
We are mothers.”
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