In the U.S., this is Mother’s Day. Of course, that makes me gratefully remember my mom. Edna Jackson Bearnes truly was a force of nature.
Mother’s Day also helps me reflect on how grateFULL I am for all who have, are and will mother me and so many others.
You know who you are, but in case you’ve forgotten, THANKS to YOU who’ve mothered me by:
teaching me how to hard and soft boil eggs perfectly every.single.time;
bandaging my right hand when, my left hand can’t do it;
showing-up at exactly The Right Moment to just hold me, as I cried;
proving to me (decades ago) that I could never have too much toilet paper on hand (who knew? 😜);
giving me the perfect advice about accessorizing;
reminding me that I can never go wrong by speaking from my heart;
instructing me in the different types and uses of sewing machine needles;
encouraging me that letting go of physical and emotional stuff that no longer serve me is always good;
telling me when I’m being bat-shit crazy;
holding space for hope and offering prayer for me, when I’m not able;
introducing me to Mary Oliver, Lucille Clifton, and John O’Donohue;
listening without trying to fix;
going with me, when I couldn’t or shouldn’t go alone;
laughing with and often AT me, until we both cried;
loving me; and
accepting my love.
How would you like to thank those who’ve mothered you?