The Gift of Mothering

As I reflect on the honoring of mothers, I am mindful of those who have had an impact on my life.  Some of the mothering I have experienced has nurtured and supported me into being and some of it has wounded and caused distress.  I've discovered a legacy of shame, fear, and grief that was passed through the generations from mother to mother until my mother finally handed it off to me.  However, I refuse to pass on this legacy any further.  I am resolved, it stops here.  I release it back to my maternal ancestors with forgiveness and understanding. 

Today, I hear the echo of their hearts telling me to let it go and giving me permission to create a new legacy of compassion, happiness, and self-acceptance.  I feel gratitude for the many mothers the universe has provided who have offered moments of nourishing, challenging, healing, protecting, teaching, encouraging, embracing, accepting, calling me forward in to life and believing in me.  This is the legacy I am striving to pass on to those whose lives I influence.