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I look just like my Mom. We are very similar in other ways too. I know that I get my love of words and my passion for word-play from my Mom. We like books and crossword puzzles and silly poems and nonsense. My Dad has long complained that when the two of us are together we speak a different language entirely. (He is right about that, but honestly, after all these years how can he not know what numsheses are?) As I get older I realize that there are other things of hers that are in my life too.
I have her uncertainty in new situations. Just like my Mom I need to know before I can act. My first impulse is not to try, it’s to question. We both find safety in the familiar even though we also both like to travel. I have always had a good relationship with my Mom, but it is only in the last few years that we’ve actually talked about why we are the way we are.
There are conversations that every girl has with her mother, and we’ve had those too but it surprises me that it has taken us this long to get these important topics. How does she deal with meeting new people? Why does she think we act the way we do? My Mom has 30+ years more experience than I do. Why did it take me so long to ask?
I wonder if it’s because asking these questions can feel like we’re calling choices into question? She let me into her heart long ago, now as I get older I find I want to be let inside her brain as well. What was it like to move to Africa with two small children? What was it like falling in love with my Dad? How did she cope with caring for a sick parent for the 10 years he lived in our house?
These are the conversations I want to have with my mother. I want to know her better, as a woman, as well as a mother. I know that her choice to have children has affected everything that came after but it is not the only choice she’s ever made. I want to hear the other stories too. I feel like I know her pretty well, but I want to know her better. I am very fortunate to still have my Mom around. This year, for Mother’s Day I think I’ll go ask her.
What are the best questions you’ve ever asked your Mom? Tell us in the comments.
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Thanks so much Claire. Loved your meditation on Hey Mom can we Talk? My mom and I had a similar strong bond though we weren’t so much mirror images as we were our own bit of yin yang. She was quiet and sensitive to others where I was loud and sensitive only to my own needs. Yet together we had a syncronicity and enjoyment of each other like none other. When I was finally mature and sensitive enough to hunger to know her thoughts and reasons for her choices she died- unexpectedly, suddenly. That was 15 years ago this month. I spent my final Mothers Day holding her hand and praying as she lay in a coma. Love has healed the wounds of loss and grief. And over time I see my mother living in me- in my gestures, voice but most of all with a new found gentleness that resembles her; and in finding a certain wisdom and compassion that mirrors hers. And most of all I know without words some of the her reasons and thinking concerning those life decisions I wanted to ask her about. Having her essence in me gives me a strength and joy- and an ongoing Mother’s day gift.
I always wanted to ask my Mom what her relationship was like with her Mom but never had the opportunity or courage to do so. However before she died I learned an
amazing story about her family involving her Mother from an aunt that completely changed the way I viewed and understood Mom. She is gone to be with the Lord and to join my Dad but not a week goes by that I do not thank God for the wonderful Mother she was to all seven children in my family. She was resourceful, diligent, fair and most of all, organized! I see some of her traits in my own life, (a few I want to change but many more I am keeping!) and now I see some of each in my daughter! The more things change, the more they stay the same!
Hmmmm….where do I start…i.m the youngest of seven….and i know now how organized and loving she was….she used to make lots of our clothes…..always had homemade bread, cookies etc….she would wake us up in the morning by picking a song from “Up with People”and just crank it….so i know where i got my love of music from…..
In her last say 30 yrs of her life…..she was by far my best friend….i loved hanging out with her….and taking a back road trip where ever we were going…..even all the way to my sisters cottage on Georgian Bay…..it took us hours but we laughed and played music and sang…
She got her license late in life and what a hoot to watch her as she would drive away after coming out for a visit…..
May 7th will be 8 years since she took a fall in my driveway…..it was difficult for me to come to terms with this ….but I also found out later that ” Things happen for a Reason”.
I miss her terribly but have many chats with her as a part of her hangs on my rear view mirror……my guardian angel….xoxoxo
good article thank you for posting it I am a middle child of seven except for music Janet my mom did the same things make her own bread, she did get us up too in the mornings. I am thankful now for my mom, it took along time for me to get where I am today I have been angry with her for along time when I got teenage I became an angry person unfortunately it took the death of my dad for me to reconcile with my mom until then I was civil with her unfortunately I believed some stuff from a family member about my family. my dad died of Alzheimer’s so he was gone about 10 years before he died nearly two years ago.