This post is a wee bit late, but is it ever the wrong time to praise mothers? My heart aches with all the love I feel on this day. Love for my mother, the only person I’ve ever shared a heart with. Love for my grandmothers, the one still here and the one with me always, in the wind and trees and songbirds. Love for my aunts, great aunts, my foremothers. Love for those who feel a great lack on this day, the most difficult day of the year for many who have lost their moms. (If you up to it, “The Unmothered” by Ruth Margalt is excellent).
To all the great mommys out there, whether you have children or puppies or chinchillas, I love you, and you’re doing fine. To my mommy, I adore you, and you are the best madre I could ever wish for. (and the best wearer of neon pink in the game).
Some lovely quotes about moms:
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.” -Rajneesh
“Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember, you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.”-Rachel Wolchin
“My mother is a poem
I’ll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.”
“Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing.” -Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
Love and theatre,