Mother's Day

Some Thoughts on Mother’s Day:
 
Like myriad other women who were raised by cold, uncaring, mean, neglectful or abusive mothers, every upcoming Mother’s Day was a painful trial for me. Standing at the card rack, reading through endless Mother’s Day cards searching for a card I could actually send to the woman who birthed me, I’d weep in anguish. I’d feel overwhelmed by grief and longing for what I’d never had, for what the cards suggested everyone else must have had: a loving, tender, caring and beloved mom.
 
For the first 30 years of my life, until my mother died, I continued to treat my self as uncaringly and critically as she had; I knew no better. Once she died, I was led to begin the now 44-year-long journey to becoming a loving, compassionate, fiercely protective mother to the abandoned, love-starved child inside me.
 
Along the way of this remarkable journey, something magical unfolded. The Great Mother and Spirit Grandmothers came to enfold and support me and the fledgling Mommy-Inside that I was growing for my self.
 
So, on this special day I celebrate and give thanks to the Grandmothers, the multi-racial, multi-ethnic, zany and outrageous band of ancient spirit beings that guide, nudge, whisper in my heart and protect me along the way of my extraordinary journey.