Circumstances in my life have helped me to appreciate mothers much more in the last five years than I imagined I would when I entered my thirties.
But I’ve become convinced that, against the neglect, brutality, and arrogance of a broken, patriarchal world (I’m complicit), motherhoods are a kind of revolution. The kind we most need. I have a long way to go in fathoming this, even longer in living according to its lights. But today, specific to my flesh-and-blood mother, to the indefatigable mother of my daughter, and to the mothers in my community, I salute and give thanks.