(cover photo by: @prostooleh, Magnific.com)
One time, my mother asked me – out of the blue – if I’ll always remember her.
“Mom – even though it doesn’t look like it with how I date and my attitudes about relationships – in my innermost feelings I will always have a place for a tender, courageous girl. A girl whose capacity to Love is matched only by her perseverance in the face of life’s challenges.”
“It’s because of you, Mom, that this archetype is burned into my heart. I will spend the rest of my life quietly looking for signs of this in other women. In this way, you will live forever.”
Every joy I have ever known as a child, every rock I have ever held onto as the waves of life thrashed me throughout its deep oceans. Every Christmas Eve unwrapping gifts. Every birthday…
It was my mother.
My birthday is no longer celebrated as the day I was born. I celebrate it as the day a young woman, who had a life of her own, dreams of her own sacrificed a part of herself and became a Mother to me.
Happy Mother’s Day to the Mothers here, and to your Mothers also.
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