Post by gemstone on May 5, 2008 3:16:15 GMT -5
My mother died almost 19 years ago, when my son was exactly 11 days old. Needless to say, it was a helluva shock to all of us as it was so very much unexpected.
They say time heals all wounds, and in a sense, although the wounds might be healed, the scars remain, albeit that they become fainter as time goes on and after a while, the *missing* becomes just a dull reminder somewhere at the back of your mind, only brought to the surface on fewer and fewer occasions, till finally one kind of forgets about that particular hurt as it is replaced with others.
My hurt came rushing back to the surface in full force the other day. My daughter has been going on and on about mother's day these last few weeks, you tknow...rying to figure out what to get me....what I really would like...and what would fit into her particular budget.. Consequently I have been submitted to a barrage of questions which a fifteen-year old tried to disguise as pure interest...nothing unusual...just asking mom...*when asked...why do u want to know*...
Out of this came the question...for the first time..."Mom...how did granny die??*
In the telling of the tale..it was as if the whole experience came rushing back..and time had folded back on itself. I was once more the 25 year old first time mom without a mom herself..no helping hand...no ear to listen...and so very inexperienced..
As the tears started coursing down my cheeks...I saw my daughter's eyes brim over..and we held each other...me feeling the old pain...her for the first time realising I would not be there forever either...and also knowing..my little girl was a young woman...
.................I believe...a profound experience for the both of us...
To all mothers on the forum...happy mother's day...albeit a little early
They say time heals all wounds, and in a sense, although the wounds might be healed, the scars remain, albeit that they become fainter as time goes on and after a while, the *missing* becomes just a dull reminder somewhere at the back of your mind, only brought to the surface on fewer and fewer occasions, till finally one kind of forgets about that particular hurt as it is replaced with others.
My hurt came rushing back to the surface in full force the other day. My daughter has been going on and on about mother's day these last few weeks, you tknow...rying to figure out what to get me....what I really would like...and what would fit into her particular budget.. Consequently I have been submitted to a barrage of questions which a fifteen-year old tried to disguise as pure interest...nothing unusual...just asking mom...*when asked...why do u want to know*...
Out of this came the question...for the first time..."Mom...how did granny die??*
In the telling of the tale..it was as if the whole experience came rushing back..and time had folded back on itself. I was once more the 25 year old first time mom without a mom herself..no helping hand...no ear to listen...and so very inexperienced..
As the tears started coursing down my cheeks...I saw my daughter's eyes brim over..and we held each other...me feeling the old pain...her for the first time realising I would not be there forever either...and also knowing..my little girl was a young woman...
.................I believe...a profound experience for the both of us...
To all mothers on the forum...happy mother's day...albeit a little early