Happy Mother’s Day to all. As this beautiful, sunny morning shines on my soul today, I think of what Mother means to me. The sacrifices and love of my own mother. The way she’s been my #1 fan all my life. The little things she did over the years for me that I took for granted. The way she has changed, the way I love her in my inner-most part. I think of how my Mother is missing her own mother today. My amazing Grandma. The way spring flowers emit the fragrance of her soul. She is a part of me. I am a part of her. I get to hug and kiss my mother today. My mother doesn’t get to hug her mother today. I’ve learned that no matter how old a person gets, one always needs the love of their mother.
My aunt, Joylin, who never had children and who passed away before her mother. My grandma, having to bear all those years without one of her daughters. The way my own mother had to deal with the loss of her sister and help her mother deal with the loss she felt as well. My aunt Joylin. If she was here today, all the things I’d say. All the things I wouldn’t say and just simply BE with her.
I think of my own sister. I watch her with her beautiful children. How I feel connected to her through many beautiful ties. One day she will be the old woman, and perhaps these young beautiful children she now has will bring her grandchildren by to sit on Grandma’s lap for Mothers day.
My own possibility of motherhood. How that beautiful journey could awaken a part of my soul not otherwise known.
Mothers day is full of love and possibilities. It’s full of hope. And of aching for loved ones passed before us. It grounds me to my past. It makes me realize that these beautiful women in my life, even those who now only whisper to me in my dreams, share a common ground: love.
To the beautiful women who remind me of my heritage, who keep me moving forward for hope for the future moments of love and who teach me that the present moment is the most powerful of all….
I love you.
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