This year, March 30th, my mom turned 69.
By no means is this old. She is a vibrant Southern Woman who has walked through the fire. Some people call those that have Shamans. I would put her in this category. There are things she has experienced and seen that I will not ever have to. There are things she has experienced and seen that I wish I could.
There is nothing like being a mother. I love that it means so many things, on so many levels. Just as there are lots of different kinds of families, how we become a mother has its own path. Sometimes we become a mother to our own mothers...and that is our course.
I love this poem by Sarah Kay at one the TED Conferences. "If I had a daughter...."
We have a day coming up that honors these amazing and special people in our lives. We do not get to choose who we literally came out of. Though as we age, we have the freedom to choose who we mother and who we accept mothering from. Who will help us see our gifts? Who will help us manage our frustration? Who have we chosen to go to when all your chips are down and there is little breath left in your lungs?
So honor the mother in you, call your mom and let her know she is the BOMB.
love you,
sarah
