Four years ago my mum had a terrible Mother's Day. She witnessed as her daughter's life fell apart. She sat there in the midst of her daughter's desperation - caring for her, comforting her, giving her remedies to help her find even a single moment of release. I cannot even imagine how she must have felt witnessing all of that. Seeing the emptiness, the confusion, the panic and the immense sorrow in her daughter's eyes. Knowing what her daughter would now have to go through: The loneliness and sadness of a betrayed and broken heart. The reality of having been put aside, of a future all of a sudden gone. Of trust abused and mistreated. She would have to mend it all. To get back on her feet, to trust and to rebuild her whole reality.
But she saw her daughter rise from the ashes. She saw her mend her broken heart, her be tender to its bruises. She witnessed her daughter get back on her feet and build her whole new life. She saw her never lose hope and never second guess reality. And everything that she now had the chance to abandon - her trust in good, her belief in people - she chose to hold on to even more tightly. She found her love for the experience. For what it gave her, for all it opened up in and for her. And through it all she felt an immense gratitude to the reason of it all. She saw her daughter not defeated but stronger than ever. How she dared go through it, be true to herself, and finally find the peace and happiness that now shines in her eyes.
Four years ago, what was my mum's worst Mother's Day, was in reality the biggest blessing of them all. It was the day that all my mother is, and all that she has taught me - about life, about its path, about trust and about faith, about forever remaining true to the belief in good - was finally put into force. It was the the day that all the seeds my mother had planted along my path found their life and finally got to bloom and to blossom.
Love you, mamma. Och tack. ❤️
Carolina
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