I spotted this stork nest yesterday and now I know why.
Because this giant nest built on top of a big chimney top reminds me of how mothers build context for children to feel safe and loved. Today is mothers day and it causes me to reflect on motherhood. I had two mothers. Athea my birth mother who died when I was nine. And Roberta who my father married two years later. I’m fortunate to have had this experience of two very different mothers. These two mothers taught me the twin hard lessons of how to recover from deep loss and how to adapt to big life changes.
Partnering with the mother of my children rewrote my internal software.
Creating a home with the mother of my children for twenty five years did a lot to shape me into the person I am today. Brenda helped me to understand what it means to take care of children not only physically but emotionally and spiritually as well. I am grateful for this experience because it made my life richer. After divorce our relationship has certainly been redefined but it’s also true that a new kind of partnership continues as our children move on with their own lives.
I have had so many mothers.
Perhaps the truth is that I have had more mother’s then I can count because of all the women who have been in my life over the past 59 years who in one way or another stepped into that role. I had a great babysitter in Mrs. Graff when I was five years old. Her house was the last one on her street and where the street ended a large hardwood forest began. We often when for walks in the afternoon and I always found lots of cool leaves, acorns and sticks to bring home with me as souvenirs of these little excursions. Those times with Mrs Graff were just what I needed when my own mother couldn’t be with me and she gave me something my own mother would not have been able to.