Though I have never given birth
I am a mother.
Mother to friends,
to family, to strangers
needing smiles on the street.
I know you’d never tell
an adopting mom
that her loving heart for the
child of her choosing
So please don’t confuse
the childlessness under my roof
with the absence of maternal spirit.
Ask anyone who ever sat at my table
if I don’t cook “just like mom,” or better.
I choose a different kind of
motherhood. One that lets me
take you out for drinks when
you’ve had a hard day, and who
tells you raunchy jokes to make you laugh.
I’m a mom who chooses her children
after they’re grown, when the world
says a mother’s no longer needed.
Nonsense. The mom you’re not supposed to need,
is sometimes the one you need the most.
Redefine motherhood, one expectation at a time.
One whiskey soda at a time.
One midday call, while hiding under your desk
at a time. We can’t always be our own,
but we can volunteer, to be each others’ mothers.