to my mother
May 11, 2013 § 4 Comments
I wish there were a way to whisper words of wisdom to my younger self that would have lent greater compassion and clarity in moments of mother-daughter conflict. I couldn’t imagine then how small my discontent was in respect to the scope of your love and generosity. I think back to the moments I was present but unaware, wishing I could do over what cannot be undone. Motherhood has gifted me humility for the heartache that fills the space between expectations and experiences; moments when we scavenge shattered hopes for the beautiful pieces that demonstrate love while mindful of sharp edges. In hindsight I can see the gifts between hurt, understanding filling the empty space between us.
Tomorrow I will count the yesterdays, measuring them as only a mother can, with compassion for the little girl who grew into motherhood and gratitude for the woman who guided me with love.
Thank you.
scribblechic 
I wonder if there’s ever been a human being in the history of the world who hasn’t felt what you expressed so perfectly in this post.
I am touched to think that something intimate to my experience as my mother’s daughter translates well into others’ stories. Thank you.
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