Today is the 9th anniversary of the day my mother passed away. She was 95 years old and even at that advanced aged – over the course of 95 years – she had not reached perfection. She was still human with human flaws and foibles.
That bothered me at the time. I had this idea that mothers were supposed to be perfect – superhuman. Mothers were there to raise, protect, support, and cherish their children – because that is what mothers did. That is what my mother did. Obviously, mothers were supposed to have their own lives figured out and all of the kinks ironed out before taking on the lofty position of motherhood. My mother had a few kinks – despite being a mother, a grandmother, and a great-grandmother. I had valid reason to be bothered.
Not only was my mother supposed to be perfect but (in my mind) by the time I became a mother I would be a responsible, mature, all knowing, kinkless, perfect super human.
I am pushing 67 years old, a mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother and shockingly – my life is still a work in progress! I am still learning, still changing, still growing up and still a flawed and foibled human being. What the hell?!
I can’t believe that it has taken me this long to realize that everyone is human and has their own path to travel through this life – their own thoughts, dreams, strengths, weaknesses, challenges, disappointments, and kinks – even mothers who are doing their level best to raise, protect, support, and cherish children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
I wish I could call my mother and tell her it is okay that she wasn’t perfect, that she never reached perfection, that I finally get it and appreciate her humanity. But I am sure she knows …..
That is it for today. Take care and have a great day. 💞