Last Sunday was Mothers Day. I am not a mother in the biological sense. But I spent the day honouring and being honoured because I have come to believe that motherhood is less about biology and more about what you do with your love.
I am a mother to my nieces and nephews. I show up, and I care for them; I am one of the people they come to.
And I am not alone in this; many women have mothered me, and they are mothering their communities in different ways.
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