10/05/2025
•THE MOTHER•
And all her forms. I've been pondering the above quote for a while now...
The mother that raised you. That perhaps gave love in abundance, support, advice, the mother that was always there, always helping, nurturing, caring. Or perhaps the mother that didn't have as much love to give as freely or had demons of her own that prevented her from sharing herself with you. The mother that had cutting words, emotionally charged tantrums, manipulative gestures. Perhaps the mother that wasn't there or couldn't be.
Our grandmothers, sharing their wisdom and passing on family recipes and heirlooms or even passing on old beliefs, damaging patterns and woundings that no longer serve the family.
The mother you are to your own children, the conscious choice you make to try that little bit harder to be a better version of yourself, do things differently or perhaps the sinking feeling you get when you realise you are slipping back into old generational patterning.
Those that aren't our birth mothers but protect and love us fiercely, give of their time and love as if we were theirs. Step-moms, strangers, friends, mentors, family members that have been motherly figures, have stepped into a role to provide you the support you need in that moment. They can be fleeting or steadfast, but oh so memorable.
The mother we are to other people's children, to our partners, to animals, to colleagues, to friends, to strangers. A small embrace or teaching moment, giving advice or an encouraging smile or perhaps sharing a harsh opinion or scalding words.
The way we mother ourselves. Our self talk, the way we nurture or care for our Self. The toxic words or self judgements that often echo childhoods of generations before us.
And of course, Mother Earth. The one who supports us without fail, who gives freely and abundantly, who holds us, transmutes our density, soaks up our tears, celebrates our wins.
Think of the mothering that has shaped your life, where you have had abundance and where you have had lack, find that imbalance and reflect on how you could do, receive or give differently. There is always time for change, it's the only constant.
