God is a creating mother,
nurturing me from egg & sperm,
giving of her whole self to bring me into being.

God is a proud mother,
beaming at my possibilities and naturally good looks,
she tells all her friends how amazing I am.

God is a nursing mother,
feeding me her divinity until I am satiated,
and then kissing my puffy cheek as she lays me down.

God is a weaning mother,
leading me to find her nourishment,
in the divinity of people and trees.

God is a guiding mother,
mentoring my kindness to pets and friends,
in my love for strangers and care for things.

God is a mother with expectations,
demanding and encouraging me to treat others well,
giving me the look only she can give when I stop trying.

God is a lurking mother,
calling to me when I get a little rough,
but always ready to kiss my boo-boos when I fall,

God is a teaching mother,
sharing her thoughts, pointing to peers who can help,
all while allowing me to figure it out myself.

God is a stern mother,
kind but clear in expectations,
disappointed when I fail to live into who she knows I can be.

God is a forgiving mother.
Empathetic to my struggle,
she’s the queen of do-overs and second chances.

God is an empty-nest mother,
remembering and missing my cuddles,
but proud of who I am becoming.

God is Mommy to whom I always return.
Giggling in joy when I live into my divinity,
she enfolds me in her extravagant embrace just because I am.