Yesterday, in much of the Western world, mothers were celebrated, and appropriately so. I would like to extend my congratulations to the fabulous mothers who read this column and to those who don’t and to those who will never see it:

I take my hat off to mothers who work themselves out of a role, week-by-week, month-by-month, slowly, but surely, teaching their children that they are fully capable of living life independently. This is true mothering

I take my hat off to mothers of few resources. There are mothers who carry water on their heads, walking hours, to their children every day. There are women who spend days selling meager goods at markets to put food on the table for their children, often without the assistance of a husband or any help at all.

I take my hat off to the woman I’ve met who lived in extreme anxiety because of the behavior of the immature man (or men) in their lives and make a priority of protecting their children to give them the best life possible.

I take my hat off, I bow my head, to women who have decided the best option was the difficult but caring choice of adoption.

Posted on May 10, 2026 at 7:51 am in Difficult Relationships   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL