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Monday Mayhem – Our heroines

Posted on Jan 30, 2017 by Maggie Wells   4 Comments | Posted in Blog

Most women share a common source when it comes to learning what it means to be a woman – our mothers. In some cases, we learn by example; in others, we get a cautionary tale. But all in all, I don’t think there’s anyone who has more of an impact on how we are shaped than our mothers.

I look like my father. Same eyes, nose, chin, and mouth. Same sinuses. (Thanks, Daddy.) Robert E. used to like to say I was created in his image. But there were times when he’d look at me, shake his head, and say, “How can anyone who looks so much like me, act so much like her?” My mother and I shared the same sort of no BS, straight-to-the point attitude toward life. And we weren’t shy about expressing our opinions – popular or not.

Last February, one of my best friends and I lost our mothers within days of one another. Julie’s loss of her mother, Joyce, was shocking and untimely.

Julie and her mom were best friends. They told one another everything, hung out like girlfriends, and were squarely by each other’s side at every twist and turn. They were pals. Just like Lorelai and Rory…the early days.

Wind Beneath My Wings

After suffering debilitating strokes and all the accompanying complications, my mother’s passing was one of those heart-breaking blessings.

Suzanne and I were not like Julie and Joyce, or even Lorelai and Rory. There was definitely more of an Emily and Lorelai vibe, minus the overt animosity.

We didn’t talk about anything personal, if we could help it. But that didn’t mean we didn’t love each other. In a weird way, it was just the opposite. Mostly we kept quiet to protect one another from being confronted with things we did not need or want to know. Things that would worry, upset, or hurt the other.

I don’t think people ever quite get over losing a parent. We lost my dad 19 years ago, and I know we all still miss him deeply. But mothers and daughters…there’s no human relationship more complex, more fraught with pitfalls and packed with joy, than the constant push-me-pull-you that goes on between mothers and daughters.

No matter how old we are, we will always, ALWAYS, have moment when we wish we could call mom and ask her what to do. It doesn’t matter if nine times out of ten we went out and did the exact opposite of what she advised. That’s what makes the mother-daughter dynamic the relationship most worthy of ‘It’s Complicated’ status, in my opinion.

Soon, Jewels and I will pass the one year mark since that god-awful week. Since then, I’ve had no less that four other girlfriends lose their mothers as well. Each time, my heart ached.

For them.

For me.

For all the things we didn’t get a chance to ask and all the news we didn’t get to share.

Or not share.

You know, for their own good.

 

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4 Responses to "Monday Mayhem – Our heroines"

  1. Comment by Julie Evelyn Joyce
    January 30, 2017 at 10:56 am  

    Oh Mags, I shouldn’t have read this at work. I’m blubbering. I’m so honoured that you chose to include my mom and I in this post. She was and always will be my very best friend in the world. You’re so right about having those MOMENTS, wishing I could call her. Wishing I could hear her voice and her advice. She called me stubborn too many times to count. I hardly ever heeded her advice on the first time around, but I always learned my lesson. I miss her terribly, and I don’t think that pain will ever go away completely, but it gets a little easier to bear every day.

    I’ll be thinking of you in the coming weeks, and we’ll help each other through those dark days ahead. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend and writing this beautiful post. *hugs tight*

  2. Comment by Nancy
    January 30, 2017 at 4:54 pm  

    It gets easier, but that pull to call her never really goes away. Bless you all.

  3. Comment by Michelle Kelly
    January 30, 2017 at 5:28 pm  

    Beautiful post. *wipes tears*

  4. Comment by Carol
    January 30, 2017 at 6:54 pm  

    Read this, crying, and my first thought was “I’m blubbering…” And then I saw Jewel’s comment and had to chuckle through the tears. If ever there was a reason to feel gratitude for a TV show, this right here is why. How amazing that we all found each other through a fictional town. And thank God we did. Thank you Mags, this was so lovely.

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