Unfolding Soul Prints

This Sunday is Mother's Day and my thoughts are filled with the impossible task of it all. I think about the millions of scarred adults who limp through life wounded by what they did or didn't receive at the hands of their mothers. Wounds that were sometimes infected by the illusions of what a "good" mother looked like on TV sitcoms and fairy tales. The sorrow that enfolds those who see through filtered lenses into the homes and families of friends who seem to have the perfect mom. I think about children who grow up with moms who are sick from disease, mental and emotion illnesses, or simply handicapped by the wounds of their own childhood. I think about myself. I think about the things I longed for as a child that I never received and the holes that were left that still ache to be filled. This Sunday is Mother's Day and my thoughts are filled with the impossible task of it all. I think about my daughters who limp through life wounded by what they did or didn't receive at the hands of their mother....ME.