I have been seeing a lot of posts on Facebook lately. Beautiful, touching posts about loving and missing mothers who have passed on.
Remembering our mothers is not merely beautiful, it is right and it sooths the soul. But I humbly offer this: if you have memories of your mother - no matter the nature of those memories, whether good or otherwise - be eternally grateful for them! Be grateful you have memories - yes, even if they be unpleasant ones.
Good, bad or indifferent - you were blessed. You were given the opportunity to know your mother. Some of us were not so blessed. Some of us yearn for a memory of sitting at a kitchen table sharing endless cups of coffee and hours upon hours of conversation with our mothers.
I do not say this to make anyone feel guilty or bad. Nor do I want anyone to feel badly for me. My birth mother has always been with me, near me, guiding me. Her love, her presence, is very real to me. I just never knew her. Not in this lifetime.