Breathing, deep breaths
What I have with my little ones
though they’d hate to be called that now, but they always will be to me
Is precious, rare
More-so than some ordinary diamond
I am their “ama” now
We celebrated together, muted, perhaps, but sincere
A beautiful memory of an evening
I earned that
Something most “mothers” are given by birthright
Some treasure that, nonetheless, others take it for granted
I do not have the…luxury? burden? of choice
I know mine is a gift
I am thankful
And I am proud of what I achieved
I am allowing myself to feel proud
This Mother’s Day, this Ama’s Day, I am raising a toast to my patience
To celebrating something utterly and uniquely mine