Monday morning cup of thoughts
Mother's Day thoughts
I read several poignant posts yesterday about Mother’s Day. But one, in particular, stayed with me the entire day, Joyce Wycoff’s Mothers Love and Wounds. I was the child of an alcoholic mother who truly loved and often wounded me. I was fortunate to reconcile our life together before she passed. And I am blessed to have learned how to parent differently. I enjoy a closeness with my children that my mother and I could only imagine.
Joyce so beautifully summed up her post,
Perhaps all of us are here simply to learn to love, care for, and reduce the suffering of ourselves and our fellow travelers. Ram Dass says it so much more eloquently: “We’re all just walking each other home.”
I’m going to tuck these thoughts in my pocket for safekeeping.
Sending so much love to you Sue. I too am trying to be the mother I wanted for myself.
My mom was raised poorly and not only in the ways of cash flow; love did not flow over her as she deserved.
I have spent years trying to understand why she did not love me, finally realizing she could not love herself and therefore was doing her best to love me with her short supply.
She is still here. I have found peace in accepting her as she is.
As you quoted... we are all simply walking each other home. 💞
Sue, I know from your book Tales of a Wayward Yogini, that you did come to a comfortable meeting point with your mom, I only wish that could happen with my mom. I suspect she has some mental issues in the form of dementia, but it has been about seven years since I have seen her in person and two years since I spoke to her on the phone, the conversation being about mundane things. My stepfather says she hasn’t left the house in two years, as a side note, they live in a very remote canyon on 60 hilly acres, and 13 miles from town. I miss the mom I used to have; tough, artistic, cautious, and an excellent cook. Mother’s Day always leaves me with a sadness in my heart. I want the “old” mom back. I can’t really blame her though, but it still hurts. However, since Alzheimer's runs in the family-my maternal grandmother had it, this is most likely what is happening to my mom. To all of you that had that amazing mom, or have reconciled with her, you are very lucky.