“Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not”–James Joyce

Mary Cassatt's "Mother and Child"

I had a delightful Mother’s Day, but I couldn’t help but think of all the moms who didn’t have their children with them today: The moms who lost their children in tragic accidents and in wars; the moms whose children committed suicide; the moms and kids who no longer communicate; the moms who lost their children to sickness.

My heart goes out to these mothers, all over the world, because the very moment a woman becomes a mom, something irrevocably changes inside of her. Her child becomes a part of her soul, and if the physical child goes away forever, her soul interminably cries out in despair.

I celebrate every single one of these moms today.


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4 Responses to ““Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not”–James Joyce”

  1. Kate Line Snider says:

    1)On Mother’s Day I saw an obituary for a young man in our city who had committed suicide at age 22. I felt so sorry for his mother! She will never get over it.

    2)On another note, the sure-ity of a mother’s love depends on the mother you had, so I think James Joyce was only partially correct.

    3)I love Mary Cassatt’s work- thanks for posting the painting.

    4) I am so happy to be the mother of my own children! Glad you had a wonderful Mother’s Day, Geri!

  2. Susan says:

    I just saw this today. Thank you, Geri. Not enough people think about it. xo

    • Geri says:

      you’re welcome susan

      love, geri

  3. Joni says:

    Very sweet Geri. We have a few of these scenarios in our family. Some losses are irreparable.


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