The Importance of Mothers
Mothers, our strongest karmic connection—and the person we choose to make our journey to earth in—hold the key and are able to unlock the door to our nature, personality and character. Hopefully they do this with love.
Recently, my mother passed away. It was a peaceful passing. I think this is the best we can pray for—to pass without pain or regrets. That “escaping pain” is a magic trick—one gotten by way of prayer and positive thinking. The desire to see a father, mother, husband and other family members that were embraced while alive is spoken about and often seen by the dying person, gives comfort. Knowing that there is a welcome wagon to whatever plane of consciousness one lands on or travels to makes the trip to the hereafter a more pleasant one.
So many of my friends and people I am in contact with on a regular basis are in the same situation as I was in for the past few months. It was kind of like a cluster of mother vibrations driving us women a little off the deep end within our thinking. The sharing of stories and support held me up while going through the process of letting go. Now that my mom and dad are both gone, I said to my husband, “I now know what it feels like to be an orphan.”
When choosing our parents, I think that even if they are not perfect moms and dads they hold many lessons—based on our personal karma from past lives our choice is usually very wise and gives us what we need most in this lifetime to grow and keep moving forward.
For the past few months I pondered my experience with my mother. I remember her story—that story that so many moms tell about being in labor for eighteen hours without drugs and how much it hurt to have a larger than medium size watermelon baby pass through the birth canal. This story usually came up when I was being hard to deal with, which according to my mom was quite often. Being the only kid for six years, I got to bond with my grandparents, mom and dad without distraction. I realized that I was the distraction that kept my mom and dad from having privacy at the beginning of their marriage.
My mother dressed me up in pretty dresses and Mary Jane shoes. My hair was long and blond, which I think my mom was jealous of because my dad loved it. I remember being about 10 years old when she asked me if I wanted to cut it. I said sure, and I had my first short haircut, which I must admit she did quite well. I looked so much older which I liked and yet it was a point of contention for my parents.
As time wore on and my first sister was born, I lost ground with my mom and when starting kindergarten, found that the sight of the bus made me sick and I would throw-up every day. They had to take me out of school for the whole year. Talk about being attached to one’s mother!
My mom was a non-judgmental person, with great fashion sense and a way of making those in her realm laugh. She gave me freedom to make my own mistakes and showed me how to love a man no matter what, as she spent her whole life with my dad.
I count my blessings as I recall my life with my mother and to all those who are brave enough to embark on the path of motherhood, I hold up my glass and toast “May your experience with each other be meaningful, fun and enlightening. May we hold each other in high regard and never forget that this is the greatest connection to another human being that we will ever have.”