We all come from one. But we never met them before we became moms. We met them in a new stage, in which they never leave but transform a thousand times.
A stage that comes loaded with new things every day, duels of letting go, changes, achievements and broken hearts.
Much of their story tells things about ours, and sometimes without knowing what hurt them today moves us and what makes them dance makes us happy.
But, we lived and grew up needing them a lot. We needed them to always be mothers to us, all those years.
I find it impressive how a mother brings out everything in her to do the best she can and knows how.
Where does so much strength come from? So much love, so much commitment.
We always talk about what is special about this planet. What needs to be protected. The oceans, rivers, trees, mountains, plants and flowers. All that takes your breath away. I think motherhood is at that level. Like one of the many wonders.
We are human and we come to be able to live from this experience through motherhood.
I would pay anything to meet my mother in any of her stages. Before I was born or knew her as an adult, when I was little. Tell him he was doing very well.
I would pay anything to talk to her as a child. Hold her tight, give her the security she always deserves.
Ask her about her favorite color, watch her draw. I would pay anything to be her friend at 19, to hear her laugh, to have tea.
20 has fallen on me in recent years, how bittersweet it is, that although we are doing well, my mother is not going to be with me physically to hold my hand when I am a little old lady full of white hair.
I would love 5 years ago to have had the maturity I have today to say more things to my grandmother before she left. Thank you even more for bringing my mom.
Between times and things that were not said, I want to propose at least this:
Yes, now that we are adults, we make an effort to get to know our mothers better.
About who they were and who they are now. About your dreams and desires. But also light.
I want to propose to you this month, ask you questions. And if your mom is not physically on this planet, you can write about her, try to respond how she would respond, imagine her responses.
But also, I suggest you ask these questions to any mom you know. Because in addition to being moms, there are many more things.
We wanted to honor all types of moms.
Those who are funny, adventurous, those who are elegant and like to decorate themselves, the mystical and spiritual ones, the plant crazy ones that infect us.
We want to celebrate them in all their versions. Find them here
Thank you for bringing us into this world.
Questions to mom:
What is your favorite memory?
What fears did you have when you were a girl?
What makes you feel loved?
What would you say to your 19-year-old self?
How would you describe your perfect afternoon?
What things did you keep to yourself when I was little?
What do you want me to remember even when you're gone?
Add any questions you want and then I propose a big hug session.
I send you many.