I’m responding with wet eyes. What a poignant and powerful piece. That your grandmother kept THAT letter, that you found the letter… wow. Your ability to sit in and acknowledge the pain while also empathizing with the woman who caused it… you are so strong. Your daughters are blessed. Thank you for sharing this. 🤍
Wow 🥹 ❤️ Thank you for your words and for your reading, Katherine. I think I'm always fearful of failure as a mom (mostly due to my own upbringing), but your encouragement today reminds me of all the success I've had in motherhood thus far. I'm not perfect - no one is - but I'm trying to be better, to do better, every day. Some days, I fail. Other days, I succeed. I'm learning that that's okay, too. What matters is how we approach our failings. For me, that maans repairing and acknowledging my shortcomings. I'm also learning to show myself more kindness and compassion. This mothering work feels hard because it is HARD.
The work of unpacking, and finding self among the many layered memories, and wounds. What a gift.
I’m struck by writings on motherhood where the dear need to capture hurt and the choices of past generations doesn’t include a shred of forgiveness. The hurts are too hurting. Maybe the hurting eclipses capacity to go beyond self to reach over into others. That’s not the way I hear you though. It’s one of the biggest lessons (I’ve found) to realise our mother was doing what she could with the resources she had (inside and out) at that particular time. Just like us.
Somatic therapy - lifesaving and making 🪴
Your writing here is special. This was so very beautiful to share along with you Katrina. Thank you 💞
Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Danusia! 💕 It is hard work, and it is also a gift. I so appreciate all that you've said here and have acknowledged. Please stop by again soon!
I’m responding with wet eyes. What a poignant and powerful piece. That your grandmother kept THAT letter, that you found the letter… wow. Your ability to sit in and acknowledge the pain while also empathizing with the woman who caused it… you are so strong. Your daughters are blessed. Thank you for sharing this. 🤍
Wow 🥹 ❤️ Thank you for your words and for your reading, Katherine. I think I'm always fearful of failure as a mom (mostly due to my own upbringing), but your encouragement today reminds me of all the success I've had in motherhood thus far. I'm not perfect - no one is - but I'm trying to be better, to do better, every day. Some days, I fail. Other days, I succeed. I'm learning that that's okay, too. What matters is how we approach our failings. For me, that maans repairing and acknowledging my shortcomings. I'm also learning to show myself more kindness and compassion. This mothering work feels hard because it is HARD.
The work of unpacking, and finding self among the many layered memories, and wounds. What a gift.
I’m struck by writings on motherhood where the dear need to capture hurt and the choices of past generations doesn’t include a shred of forgiveness. The hurts are too hurting. Maybe the hurting eclipses capacity to go beyond self to reach over into others. That’s not the way I hear you though. It’s one of the biggest lessons (I’ve found) to realise our mother was doing what she could with the resources she had (inside and out) at that particular time. Just like us.
Somatic therapy - lifesaving and making 🪴
Your writing here is special. This was so very beautiful to share along with you Katrina. Thank you 💞
Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Danusia! 💕 It is hard work, and it is also a gift. I so appreciate all that you've said here and have acknowledged. Please stop by again soon!