For Mother's Day

May 11, 2025

Mitéres

Between memory and becoming,

Where stardust whispers along ancestral pathways,

We honor our Mother-Alchemists...

Those who transmute sleepless nights into golden constellations,

Who weave vulnerability into unbreakable bonds,

Whose gaze gently illuminates the heavens.

Your presence exists eternally here—

Your love entwined with every heartbeat you’ve nourished.

To you who are,

Who have been,

And who are yet to become

Mothers,

Navigating realms where joy and grief orbit each other like binary stars,

You teach us that parenting is to dwell within sacred paradox.

You truly know the universe by looking deeply inward,

Yet extend that knowing outward,

Healing fractures with each gentle act of attention.

Your hands chart emotional maps,

Rocking cradles while simultaneously holding galaxies.

This day whispers:

Mama, you are the blossom whose fragrance transcends bloomtime,

The harmonic resonance between what was and what could be.

Your legacy exists not in linear hours,

But in the curved spacetime of bedtime stories—

Becoming inner compasses within children,

In the way your laughter still calibrates their hearts through life’s passages.

As below, in the soil of packed lunches and balmed bandages,

So above, in the nebulae of dreams you helped crystallize.

Motherhood defies the constraints of time.

We celebrate you today,

Knowing your influence ripples infinitely

Through yesteryears and tomorrows alike—

A Möbius strip of devotion not even death can sever.

With awe and gratitude for your multidimensional labor,

We bow to the universes you have birthed—

Again and again—

In Love’s infinite, miraculous experiment.

So let it be, and so it is.