For Mother’s Day

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Photo of a pond with pink water lilies on the surface

How do we celebrate our mothers —
The ones who are here and the ones who aren’t
The ones who gave their lives for us and the ones who walked away
The ones who lovingly directed our lives as if we were art projects
And the ones who never knew how to welcome us into the world

How do we celebrate our mothers —
The ones who were ready for anything we could bring
And the ones whose childhoods impeded their capacity for love
The ones who held themselves liable for every possible outcome
And the ones who threw us into the deep end of the pool
The ones who chose our fathers wisely, carefully
And the ones who were children themselves, desperate for love, or unable to choose anything at all

How do we celebrate our mothers —
Do we live out their dreams for them and for us?
Or do we fight against their hopes and fears and become the opposite child?
Do we follow their paths and parent in their way, in our way, or not at all?
Do we care for our mothers as they age, and mother them as they die?
Or do we lose them before we can care for them, or before we know who they really are?

How do we celebrate our mothers?
The complex ones and the simple ones
The peaceful ones and the raging ones
The ones who created stability
And the ones who shook the ground under our feet

How do we celebrate our mothers?

~Karla McLaren

Hazy photo of colored circles of light

4 Responses

  1. Galina
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    I am deeply moved by the poem, and by sadness that I do not have the strength to mother my mother any longer. I did it from my childhood, and cannot do it now when she is aging and needs it more, but my resource of mothering my mother has been exhausted.

    • Karla
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      Welcome Galina,

      Yep. I come from a large family, and most of my siblings were worn out when time came to mother our mother. I had the energy still, and it was good that there were so many of us! For smaller families, this isn’t always the case.

      Thank you for doing what you did while you could!

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