to the mothers
we hold the space
Spring always arrives in Toronto the week of Mother’s Day. We yearn at the blooms popping up in photos in London, New York, Vancouver, while we patiently wait here for ours. The mothers patiently wait for renewal. The magnolia trees and cherry blossoms are in full expression at the moment, the moon is not far behind. It is enlivening.
Mother’s Day is a day I am met with a full spectrum of feelings — the shape-shifting and evolving experience of women and mothers, we feel it all. Love, joy, pain, hope, longing, gratitude.
I’m praying for protection and peace for each of us today wherever we are on our journey as a woman, care-giver, mother, matriarch. These lines have begun to blur.
My heart swells when I close my eyes and tap into the collective wisdom of women & mothers, and the container we each hold of our own family, co-creating the universal container we hold for all.
Moulded like our womb, a soft and open vessel, we hold the space.
May we all be protected.
May we all be at peace.
May we all feel joy.
May we honour ourselves, our lineage and all of the women & mothers alongside us.
I went on a drive this week with my mom and dad. We drove by the home she was born into, the home I was born into, the home my dad was born into. Life — all these collected moments layered on top of each other become our fabric, our own patchwork quilt. I envisioned my maternal grandmothers holding my mom and my dad as a babies in those homes and dropped into a moment of quiet connection to the deep lineage and a remembrance that there is no separation, we weave.
The tears as I write.
The tenderness.
The tending.
God created us & connected us all. And so it is.
I remember the excitement I felt inside for my first Mother’s Day as a mother-to-be. I had my first baby in my womb and was becoming a Mother, starting this new journey of life.
I miscarried on April 25th, a few weeks before what would have been my first Mother’s Day. We had a beautiful family brunch planned and I no longer would be sitting sandwiched between my sweet niece and nephew with my baby on the inside, full of life. I would be sitting empty, in total sadness and grief. This Mother’s Day I will be sitting beside my Mom and my 3 daughters and I will be sitting in full gratitude. Wherever you are in your body and heart on Mother’s Day I will be sitting with you.
Wishing you some slow, soft moments and some sunshine, always.
Loving you,
Christine