Being a mother is a thankless job.
Especially when it’s not your own child.
I remember my own mother tirelessly combing through lice in my hair, taking sick days off work for me, holding me as I cried when I fell asleep.
But she birthed me in her womb, grew me from a small seed. Watched my eyes get bigger, my bones get stronger, my hair grow longer.
How can I commit the same level of attention and care never having had that flutter in my belly or tiny hand on my face?
Can love grow faster if need be? Can a woman become a mother just because the call arises?
I pray that the Goddesses that came before me can give me the strength I need to work harder, not give up, pour onto my heart their grace.
Or may God have mercy on me. And my acquired child.