Yesterday was Mother’s Day. My feelings were all over the map. My mother has been gone since 1989. I was only 19 years old when she passed. Our relationship was complicated due to her mental illness and neglectful parenting. When I think about her I feel a sense of deep longing and sadness. So much of the trauma I experience now is directly tied to choices she did or did not make. Sometimes on Mother’s Day, I feel the loss of her, and other years I just feel nothing. I try to push her memory away because it’s tied to my feelings of unworthiness. Yesterday I woke up and she was on my mind. Rather than push her away I tried to just let the feelings be, in other words, I let myself feel my feelings. I’m not the type of person who likes to feel her feelings. I’d rather stay in my mind where it feels safer. I didn’t cry but sadness followed me all day. Maybe it was just her sadness, maybe she was following me all day in spirit. While I was growing up she was often sad in fact it seemed like sadness was her baseline mood. At times it seems like sadness is my baseline mood. Mine comes from childhood and religious trauma. Maybe we are the same. After all, she grew up in an abusive home where God was ready to strike you dead for any offense. Her family never accepted her as she was and she always felt unworthy. Generational trauma is the gift none of us asks for but if you’re in its path it can feel unavoidable.
I was lucky to spend time with almost all my kids and grandson yesterday. It was sunny and warm and no one talked about the end-times. We are an imperfect bunch but I think we all try to accept each other as we are. I wish I could go back in time and give this gift to my mother. I wish she was here to receive the love I know my children would give her. I see her reflected in all of my descendants. It isn’t all sadness. I see her in their love for nature, music, art, and dogs. This reminds me that she is more than her sadness, she gave me many gifts and I think she would be so happy to see how things have turned out. She is a part of every ounce of love I give to them. I’m glad I let her memory in yesterday. I’m glad I allowed myself to feel my feelings.
I hope your Mother’s Day was wonderful! If it wasn’t I’m sorry and I hope you can remember to love yourself and give yourself some compassion.
Debbie McNulty 