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.
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.
Each generation modeling as best we can, so the next does better!
Touching, beautiful, wise. Thank you, Amrita.
Thank you, Jane.
So beautiful and wise, Amrita. 🩷
We learn by living, don't we! Thank you, Debora.
Extraordinary! How beautiful that you were able to heal this in this way!
Thank you, friend!
What a gift you've been given with both Bird and your mother, experiences that informed your own big wisdom <3
I can see it as a gift now, yes--but as a child, I felt the loss.
How else can we feel it as children? A big hug to your inner kiddo.
Thanks, and she's doing fine these days!
How true, how sad, how many of our parents missed out on knowing us...
Did this happen to you, too, Daniel?
This is how we do it Amrita, you and Bird are both stubborn, wise and deep. xoxo
I guess that is true! Thank you.
Beautiful