Where would we be without them?
There’s no doubt (unless you crawled out of an extra-terrestrial spaceship, and even then) you wouldn’t be reading these words, right now, if you didn’t have a mother.
I am so impressed with the role of the woman in the creation of life and propagation of the human race, that when I heard that in Europe men could be impregnated, carry babies to term and deliver via cesarean section in 1994 in the tabloids, I extended a certain degree of effort to research the idea with the intent of participating myself.
It turns out the tabloids used creative license, based on actual scientific reports, peer reviewed medical documents and urban myth. In fact, though impregnating a man is theoretically and scientifically possible, the risk to the man and the baby is too great at this point in time to actually go forward with a live experiment.
This is not to say, within the next 20 years, that it may be possible. Since 1994, I resolved my issues and am fairly certain that if I have the opportunity in 2036, I will not be tempted to try it.
You Can Pick Your Nose
But You Can’t Pick Your Mother
Some people may not know the identity of their mother (or father, and this can be frustrating when searching for one’s identity and development of one’s self along our life’s journey), but most of us do.
Even Louise Brown (the first “test tube baby”) born July 25, 1978 (about the same time we were told to imagine that a man could fly via Superman: The Movie), owes her life to her mother, Lesley Brown (who passed four years ago).
Though it’s a cute, childlike refrain (you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your mother), allow yourself to consider that you deliberately did select your mother before you started your journey to this planet. If that’s the case, you really did pick your mother.
There is no doubt in my mind that I absolutely chose my mother to be my maternal parent and childhood best friend. She was young, full of life and we grew up together. She encouraged me to be and do anything that crossed my mind – and largely due to her urging me to tray anything – it did (with varying degrees of success).
I owe not only my biological life, but the wildly amazing life that I have lived and continue to enthusiastically enjoy, to her. None of this would have been possible without her. And I am so grateful for every moment… and I couldn’t have done it without her.
Love Your Mother
I see clients who struggle with issues that stem from unresolved issues with their mother, and though I do not go there, many therapists dealing with clients suffering from psychological stress look first at the relationship between the patient and his or her mother.
Regardless, once the chasm (if there was one) is able to be traversed by building a bridge, it is amazing how lives begin to fall into a sense of harmony with the world.
Mothers are the most important (and influential) force on this planet.
If you don’t love your mother with all your heart… build a bridge… find a way…
A Mother’s Love Never Ceases
If your mother has passed, she is loving you 24/7 (even if you don’t know who she is). She is right there.
Even if she wasn’t the best mother on this side, once she transitions to the other, she understands more (not being restricted by her focus on the physical world) and loves you more thoroughly and purely than possible while she was here.
So, as you remember and honor her today; she is aware of it and loving you in return.
To all mothers, here and beyond
We love you with all our hearts
And are grateful for everything you have given us.
I love you, Mom.