I want to celebrate all the motherlovers and unmothered motherless others
I want to summon, gather and make noise for all tied tubes, hyster sisters, severed bloodlines and lineage breakers
I want to jump out of giant uterus shaped cake and give every stepmom in the world a bouquet of herbs no self-described shamanic practitioner cantillating about the birth canal will ever burn near you
There is not enough confetti or vegan fudge in the world for this party
We quietly leap across the threshold into some liminal identity and we don’t get a card
This kind of courage and joy rarely draws crowds.
Unseen and unheld, and unbound by convention, this path holds some other thunder:
The applause of the years we give as we teach others who we are.
photo by Shannon Sims