Let’s witness, honor, and hold space as well as celebrating mothers today.

Let’s honor the moms who have worked so hard for their kids.

Let’s honor the moms who are rarely seen.

Let’s honor the moms whom our country dishonors,

the moms being kidnapped, with their kids or torn from them, held in ICE facilities where their most basic needs are mocked and not met

Let’s honor the moms this regime is deporting,

and let’s honor the moms whose children or parents or coparents are captured by thugs claiming to represent us.

Let’s honor the moms raising other people’s children.

Let’s honor the moms in hearts and dreams who haven’t been able to become mothers.

Let’s honor the moms who became mothers against their will.

Let’s honor moms who have lost their mothers.

Let’s honor moms whom motherhood stripped of childhood and dreams.

Let’s honor the moms hovering in bomb shelters, some of them fleeing bombs our country sends.

Let’s honor the moms in homeless shelters.

Let’s honor the moms with no place for shelter.

Let’s honor moms with chronic illness.

Let’s honor moms with terminal illness.

Let’s honor the moms who have lost their children.

Let’s honor the moms whose exes won custody battles.

Let’s honor moms in custody battles.

Let’s see honor moms who are men, and moms who are mistaken for men.

Let’s see honor nonbinary moms.

Let’s see honor moms with abusive partners.

Let’s see honor moms who have lost their partners.

Let’s honor moms who struggle to feed their children.

Let’s honor moms whom people mistake for nannies of their own children.

Let’s honor moms who work long hours and rarely see their kids.

Let’s honor moms who can’t find work.

Let’s honor moms whose kids are incarcerated.

Let’s honor incarcerated moms.

Let’s honor moms who have to let go of their dream of one more child.

Let’s honor moms who are caretakers for adult children.

Let’s see the moms whose houses were bombed.

Let’s see the moms whose houses were lost to climate change, whether by fire or by water or by other disaster

Let’s see the moms who rise each day through a wall of pain.

Let’s see the moms who lift a metaphoric car from their child invisibly each day.

Let’s see the moms whom I have not named.

Let’s witness and honor all the moms.