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Wishing every mother and person at the center of their children’s universe, here or gone, and single dads, a Happy Mother’s Day this coming Sunday. If you have the personal, psychological, spiritual, emotional, and financial capacity, please treat yourself to something unusual and extraordinary, even if it means granting yourself grace and internal peace and appreciation, simply because it was you who bore the costs, growing pains, and sacrifices of bearing and rearing child(ren). Know that your scrupulous motherhood and single fatherhood will never go unnoticed, even to ungrateful, unappreciative, and spiteful children. Moreover, know that you have done your best, are e pluribus unum, and have ingratiated yourself into a world of elitists, particularly given that there are some women and men in the world who are infertile, lacking the ability and fruitful abundance to bear children.

Mothers or not, and while motherhood is often deemed a thankless lifelong journey, we have all experienced parental maternity at some point in our lives, in which we have unsolicitedly faced the challenges of a parental and educational role in steering children, our next generations, down a straight and narrow path, or even being a positive role model. While my mother is physically absent, she remains spiritually present. Therefore, I take this opportunity to express my gratitude for her maternally devoted sacrifices that made my existence possible. 

While parenthood is arduous and physically and psychologically taxing, your centrality, modesty, and secrecy or reticence allowed me a seamless childhood.

 Your superfluous forbearance led to an accentuated mother-child bond and an exorbitant degree of respect. 

Your prominent presence and being the heartbeat and nucleus of the family remained a profound reflection and discourse on life lessons about what authentic motherhood requires and what existing and prospective parents should refrain from doing along this magnanimous and quasi-prolific journey. 

While it remains unquestionable that most mothers have questioned their motherhood capabilities, wishing that, if they had done things differently, their children would have had dynamically gratifying outcomes that their parents could be proud of. But in reality, most parents, mostly mothers, know that this is not always the case, but we still love our children unconditionally.

Wishing every mother and person at the center of their children’s universe, here or gone, and single dads, a Happy Mother’s Day this coming Sunday. If you have the personal, psychological, spiritual, emotional, and financial capacity, please treat yourself to something unusual and extraordinary, even if it means granting yourself grace and internal peace and appreciation, simply because it was you who bore the costs, growing pains, and sacrifices of bearing and rearing child(ren). Know that your scrupulous motherhood and single fatherhood will never go unnoticed, even to ungrateful, unappreciative, and spiteful children. Moreover, know that you have done your best, are e pluribus unum, and have ingratiated yourself into a world of elitists, particularly given that there are some women and men in the world who are infertile, lacking the ability and fruitful abundance to bear children.

Mothers or not, and while motherhood is often deemed a thankless lifelong journey, we have all experienced parental maternity at some point in our lives, in which we have unsolicitedly faced the challenges of a parental and educational role in steering children, our next generations, down a straight and narrow path, or even being a positive role model. While my mother is physically absent, she remains spiritually present. Therefore, I take this opportunity to express my gratitude for her maternally devoted sacrifices that made my existence possible. 

While parenthood is arduous and physically and psychologically taxing, your centrality, modesty, and secrecy or reticence allowed me a seamless childhood.

 Your superfluous forbearance led to an accentuated mother-child bond and an exorbitant degree of respect. 

Your prominent presence and being the heartbeat and nucleus of the family remained a profound reflection and discourse on life lessons about what authentic motherhood requires and what existing and prospective parents should refrain from doing along this magnanimous and quasi-prolific journey. 

While it remains unquestionable that most mothers have questioned their motherhood capabilities, wishing that, if they had done things differently, their children would have had dynamically gratifying outcomes that their parents could be proud of. But in reality, most parents, mostly mothers, know that this is not always the case, but we still love our children unconditionally.

Some mothers function silently, thereby quietly and effectively navigating the waters of parenthood, while others are volubly ostentatious. Irrespective of the magnitude of motherhood you exhibited, your continued fight for parental strength and power, in my eyes, was never unnoticed, even after witnessing others challenge you, use you, dilute your motherhood, and take advantage of, betray, and disrespect you for their own personal benefit and gain, even in your most vulnerable state. I have acknowledged that some mother-child experiences are pejorative. As such, this experience has taught me to persevere, becoming the single individual who desperately wishes to break family curses and bondages. While in many ways your motherhood played on the gradient surfaces of silence, your actions spoke volumes. Witnessing the life you lived, I always wanted more for you, which motivated me to reach for the stars, never focusing on what was, but what could be. Habitually focusing on the positive through personal, professional, and academic experiences has empowered me, as an individual and mother, to think constructively, self-critically, and never look back, settle, tolerate bullshit, or allow anyone to disrupt or interrupt my peace, and most importantly, never allow any persons, whoever they may be, thus denouncing their affiliations or ties, to project their insecurities and lack of accomplishment to take advantage of me, regardless of my psychological state-like condition, vulnerable or otherwise. You have taught me, directly and indirectly, that the power within radiates voluminously. Therefore, while I wish you were here to convey this message in person, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I also, with profound grief and sincerity, wish you a Happy Heavenly Mother’s Day. I wish our mother-daughter bond had maintained its character and strength before your life expiration date. But know that, nevertheless, I never stop loving, respecting, and honoring you, even if from a distance.