Mother.

Mother’s Day almost always touches us deeply.

Like so many other people, the clients I see in my psychotherapy practice have deep feelings about their moms.   Most often the feelings are a potpourri of warm and tender memories mixed with small regrets, perhaps for having been a difficult teenager or maybe because they are separated from their moms by more miles than are easily traveled. 

Sometimes there are more difficult, complex or confused feelings brought on by long-time conflict or strong differences in world view or life style that are blended into the love that lives between and within them.

And then sometimes there is the simple yet piercing  hollowness of missing her.  The person cannot be with her or his mom because she is deceased,  having been taken by nature or by violence.  Perhaps she is suffering from an incapacitating disease like Dementia that renders her nearly as unreachable as does the silence of the grave.  For each, and all of these circumstances there remains the purest kind of connection… that of mother and child; and also therefore the purest kind of experience.

For each and every client I who I have seen in psychotherapy or counseling, for so many reasons, the thought of “mother” had a powerful resonance.   And so, on Mother’s Day each year, I think of friends and their mothers, I think of the mothers, and their children, that I have seen in my office, and I think of my own mother with awe at the power of that relationship.

 

If you want, or need, to talk about your mother, in celebration or despair or both, contact me or another qualified therapist and begin today.

 

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1 Response to “Mother.”


  1. 1 debratech May 10, 2010 at 6:30 am

    Our relationships with our mothers our complex for sure. My mom was not a perfect mom by any means. I am in my forties now and I am finally getting to a place where I can just accept her and love her. I do appreciate her. I think we all are doing our best and I know she did her best. I wonder what my own kids will think of me when they are adults?


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