Mothering
Mothered by Mothering
My mother missed
knowing me
unwilling to see beyond
what she didn't understand
I knew to do it differently,
not dismiss Bird's inclinations
instead unfailing, steady love
for who he is
not who I might want
him to be
His own beautiful
strange self
surface ragged
with the vagaries of suffering
but inside
stubborn, wise and deep
In learning to mother him
I mothered me
What a beautiful journey story. How we hope to grow and relate to our kids with more kindness and wisdom and acceptance. I see my daughters standing in steadiness and kindness beyond what I knew when I mothered them.
Touching, beautiful, wise. Thank you, Amrita.