On Motherhood

One of my very favorite people asked me, shortly after my adoptive mother, Priscilla, passed,

“How are you feeling about Mother’s Day?” 

It was an interesting question, partly because I have 2 mothers, and I am a mother myself. My natural mother released me in 1963 to another mother, unknown to her. My adoptive mother transitioned on February 14th 2021.  It was a thought provoking seed question for a happy-clappy, social media curated, Hallmark Holiday where we have come to glorify mothers simply because they are mothers, without a lot of honest attention given to the actual relationships we, as mothers, have with our children.  

The more salient question, for me, became:

How are you feeling about your mothering?

Before having my daughter, now 25, I was terrified of motherhood.  Due to my profound mother wound I engaged in therapy for five years prior to a decision with my husband to have children.  On a very deep level, I understood that I needed to metabolize all the shadow messages I received from my mothers about motherhood, or mother unconsciously, passing on the tendencies and negative messaging to my own child.  The truth is, I still did to some extent, as we all do, but I was painfully aware and accountable to it when I did.  I worked hard, and still do, not to project inner narratives on to my daughter.  

The mother-daughter relationship is complex.  As our relationship and the world around us changes, Emma and I are becoming more transparent about the ways in which our emotional lives affect (and have affected) each other.  We have become very good platforms for each other’s “process.”

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When we look into the mirrors that reflect back the relationships we have with our children, we may be delighted by those things we WANT reflected back to us, simply because they make us, as mothers, feel good about our mothering. 

But what about the things we don’t want to own? 

What about the things that make us uncomfortable? 

What we fail to clear in our own beings as mothers our children will have to process. Do I, as a mother,  take full responsibility for what is mine , and leave what is up to my adult child to her?  This is the harder work of conscious mothering.

I have learned that if I engage in mothering with courage, vulnerability, and honesty, the path of motherhood becomes one of love in action.