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.
0 Responses to ““Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not”–James Joyce”
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!
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
Joni says:
Very sweet Geri. We have a few of these scenarios in our family. Some losses are irreparable.