Mr.Mom

Mr. Mom. That’s me. My daughter calls me Mama and although many people objected to it, it was her decision. It doesn’t make me any less of a mother or person, because that is exactly what I was and am to her. A Mother who is a man, because “you don’t have boobies mama” Gender is an absolute, but how you use it is up to you. I don’t identify daily that I am a man, I have many female qualities and characteristics. What I decide to do with that is entirely up to me. As is what my child decides to call me. My situation is different and dynamic. Life is full of rainbows that need nurturing and mouths that need learn the vow of silence. If people actually stopped to smell the roses it might remind them that, life if lived, is beautiful and new around every corner. If you simply treat people they way you would like to be treated, maybe then you wouldn’t have to kill anyone with kindness, because it would be kindness incarnate.

On a day dedicated to Mothers, celebrate every kind there is. Just because I didn’t carry her in my nonexistent womb for 9 months, when she arrived I had every natural mothering instinct a woman would. Just be mindful of the people you are sharing this earth with. Be kind because you want to, Love because it’s easy, and speak truths as if your life depends upon it. Stop being shitty humans!