Mother’s Day

The mind sometimes plays catch-up with what the body knows. It’s December now, with its wealth of celebrations, many rooted in the winter solstice with its promise of the returning of the light. But May is perhaps the most gentle and welcoming month of the year; Mother Earth showing us the first green promise of things to come. The month my son died. An emotional twisting that unwinds as it rises to the surface.

The convergence of these two seemingly irreconcilable realities is something I have only lately found a kind of peace with. Mostly I see how grief moves through you. From incomprehension to a slippery kind of balancing act to integration of what you’ve lost and what can never be lost. What I have learned is that life never ends–it just keeps flowing through perpetual change. As his mother, I celebrate Darby’s presence in my life as he continues to show up in spirit and in ways I cannot fully comprehend.

2 thoughts on “Mother’s Day”

  1. May is the time of rebirth offering promise and life from underground and from within. Step into spring and journey toward the awaited time of longer daylight. Mother Earth rejoices and everyone is a mother one way or another. To walk with loss in May is difficult and challenging while the world is alive with the intoxicating scent of lilacs and bursting with hope and possibility. The end of life as we know it does not mean the end of relationship. There can be joy in revising familiar places and within the faces of shared remembrance. You can never go home again but can move forward warmed by the past. A feeling once had is never lost. What has been dearly loved can never be lost but continues to live behind your eyes and in your heart. A mother is always a mother and that relationship continues forever beyond boundaries of the world as we know it. May Darby continue to always be a strong presence and show up in infinite and unexpected ways. Let May celebrate Darby’s life & love and beckon him to be close.

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