As a 55 year old woman with a mother who was more cruel than not, I loved reading every word of this.
That "mother wound" seeps into every part of your life like you wrote. I too, did the "pick me, love me" dance with far too many relationships. Why? Because it felt normal to beat my head against a cold wall of motherlessness.
I write all the time and it's too painful to write about her. I struggled with her eulogy last year. How do I honor a mother who didn't honor me?
“This time, I have her blessing.” What a powerful intro and courageous reckoning with the complex layers of mother/daughter relationship. Glad you’re teaching from this. I’ve slowly been trying to understand the nuances of how we tell stories about our inheritances, good, bad, whole. I feel it’s beautiful work.
Incredible how this is a common wound. It goes beyond age and culture. It's ubiquitous. Your story runs so deep. I felt ripped apart because you have all suffered so much. You are a beautiful writer.
I just released a mother wound story myself this morning, although mine was from absence and mental illness. Because I have a daughter, these lines resonated deeply: My daughter is not unmothered. She walked me down the aisle, though she made it clear: “I’m not giving you away, but I’m willing to share you.”
As a 55 year old woman with a mother who was more cruel than not, I loved reading every word of this.
That "mother wound" seeps into every part of your life like you wrote. I too, did the "pick me, love me" dance with far too many relationships. Why? Because it felt normal to beat my head against a cold wall of motherlessness.
I write all the time and it's too painful to write about her. I struggled with her eulogy last year. How do I honor a mother who didn't honor me?
“This time, I have her blessing.” What a powerful intro and courageous reckoning with the complex layers of mother/daughter relationship. Glad you’re teaching from this. I’ve slowly been trying to understand the nuances of how we tell stories about our inheritances, good, bad, whole. I feel it’s beautiful work.
Incredible how this is a common wound. It goes beyond age and culture. It's ubiquitous. Your story runs so deep. I felt ripped apart because you have all suffered so much. You are a beautiful writer.
I just released a mother wound story myself this morning, although mine was from absence and mental illness. Because I have a daughter, these lines resonated deeply: My daughter is not unmothered. She walked me down the aisle, though she made it clear: “I’m not giving you away, but I’m willing to share you.”
I’m not sure about what I need to say except thank you. 🙏
Wow.