There are moments that I have wondered,
Did a stork drop me from above into this family whom I am so very different from?
And then I remember it is I who have chosen to question,
To speak my truth,
To not follow,
To be who I am.
The mother wound is another term for the hurts and suffering that we have lived at the hands of our most formative and important caregiver.
The mother wound is also a wound that transcends generations of women,
Especially those who have not healed their own sadness and hurt in their own relationships with their mothers.
Your hurts,
Your sadness,
And all of the moments in which your mother was mired in her own trauma story,
Unable to break free from this even when you offered her help and guidance to do so.
The mother wound is not your wound to continue in.
It is not yours to solve for her,
To help her see the light,
To demand that she change.
Rather,
It is yours to heal,
To learn from,
And then to step into the light of who you are.
The mother wound is the hurts that you have experienced in relationship with your mother,
In part because of her inability to reclaim herself from her wounds.
The cycle stops when you choose so,
When you choose to step away from the trauma that she continues to live in.
At times,
Unknowingly,
It is a deeply well-rehearsed pattern,
And in other moments,
To appreciate when she is of her own presence and able in those moments to be real and forthcoming and kind.
The mother wound rests with her.
It is not yours to fix,
Nor can you.
You can walk the path of enlightened hope and promise,
Of serenity and integrity,
And to no longer engage with the drama of her victimhood.
Teaching by example,
Being kind with boundaries,
Boundaries in self-preservation,
In self-autonomy,
In self-love,
Are the further aspects of your healing.
And the new behaviors that will continue to serve you,
To move you from fear,
To live in autonomy and peace.
The love that you hold in your heart is the passage.
It is the passage of your freedom.
It is the love of purpose and integrity.
It is the catalyst for you to experience the joy,
Joy in the sanctity of what it means to hold yourself accountable,
To how you will approach and live your life.
And you may wish to use this mantra to help guide you.
I live in the wonder of sanctity and love.
I live in the freedom to express myself fully and with pure reverence for what I know to be true.
I choose to no longer carry this mother wound,
For it is not mine.
It never has been.
I feel sadness for what I was not given,
For what I needed.
And I am replete with gratitude for the courage and resilience I found that has always been with me.
For I know that I am my own person.
I can take all of my wounds and lift them up to God,
To the universe,
To be healed.
They are no longer a part of me.
They are no longer mine to carry.
I step into the brilliance of the rest of my life,
Confident in the ever-present knowing that I am releasing my hurts.
I have released them all.
I am caring for my needs and giving to myself all that allows me to be nourished.
All that I need to remind myself of my wholeness.
All that is for my gentle nature to feel the love I have for myself.
Because when I stop relying on my mother for what I need,
I give this to myself.
I am reminded that I am always complete and whole.
And for whatever I did or did not receive,
I am able to offer and enjoy this as I provide it.
As I live it.
As I embrace my ability,
My power,
My freedom to love and care for myself first and foremost.
I can allow my mother to be who she is.
I can be loving kindness towards her.
I can set her free to live her journey as she chooses because it is not my journey to choose for her.
I can support her best at times from a distance.
I can love her completely,
Including her child self that needed so much.
I can allow her to find her way and trust that she will in the way that she chooses.
I can focus with presence and dignity and love on myself,
On my future,
On my freedom to be all that I am and all that I am still choosing to become.
I am no longer carrying the mother wound.
For I am whole.
I am perfect.
I am loved by me.
Namaste.
You
