May 8, 2022

I think that perhaps, since the perfect Mother’s Day does not exist, a more suitable Mother’s Day should in fact include a public, earth-shattering yell into the universe that the perfect Mother’s Day does not exist. I’d like us all follow that with an embrace of the moms we’ve got, and the moms we don’t, and the moms we are, and the moms we wish we were, and the moms next door, and the moms of the people we crushed on in high school, and the moms our friends have yet to become. I’d like us to hold them, all of the moms, in our hearts and then I’d like us to put our hands on top and whisper to ourselves the perfect Mother’s Day does not exist. But I do, and I am enough.