This is something that might look like a tale of woe, inviting self pity. But it is not. It is something that I wish people knew and appreciated.
I was a couple of months short of my sixth birthday when my mother passed away. She was quite unwell before that, though she was only twenty six at the time. I never got to know the exact cause of her death. Maybe I was too young to understand death at that time and by the time I did, it became an awkward topic of conversation. Anyway, the long short of it was that I grew up without a mother.
This fact taught me to appreciate the beauty of this relationship. If someone has issues with their mother, I try to tell them how lucky they are to have their mom in their life. I told my kids that too. But I guess it’s not something that you can tell someone about. It’s all about experiencing and feeling the lack that makes us understand the importance of something.
I try to be a good mom, but sometimes I try too hard. But then I didn’t experience firsthand how a mother behaves with her kids.
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