I prefer not to remember my mother from the last time I saw her, after she fractured her hip tripping over a garden hose in the yard, because it’s not an especially happy memory of a not especially harmonious relationship. Just to be clear, it was a yard, never a garden—my mother did not “garden”—she worked in the yard, an enterprise which mainly consisted of weeding and complaining. The fewer plants the better, in my mother’s yard: flowers died, but weeds were forever, which suited her just fine. And so the expanse of lawn, and the riot of geraniums, gladiolas and sedum my grandmother had kept was slowly ripped out, block by methodical block once my parents moved in to Gramma’s after she died, until all that was left was a moonscape of gravel over a layer of black plastic to choke out the weeds, which found their way through anyway.
Very touching. I understand well the complexities of difficult family dynamics but could never desccribe it so well in words. This story spoke to me on a profound level. Love and light to you!
That was beautiful and painful. I don't have any words of comfort for complicated family relations, except maybe to keep remembering those moments of levity and love.
What a story. Could be a short film. My relationship with my mother was much more conventional. There was jewelry too. But, in my case, no one wanted it! So, of course, the inevitable question is: whatever happened to the Saudi gold?
Perfect Mercury retrograde memories of a complex relationship with your family. So in line with the astrology of this eclipse season. Sun in Taurus (jewels), Mars in Cancer (family conflict). Sending you a hug. Love your writing.
Yeah, family dynamics, mother-child dynamics… rarely tidy. Maybe one reason I never had kids. All I know is I’m just gonna try my best not to end up bitter about Life 🤞🏼
Very touching. I understand well the complexities of difficult family dynamics but could never desccribe it so well in words. This story spoke to me on a profound level. Love and light to you!
That was beautiful and painful. I don't have any words of comfort for complicated family relations, except maybe to keep remembering those moments of levity and love.
What a story. Could be a short film. My relationship with my mother was much more conventional. There was jewelry too. But, in my case, no one wanted it! So, of course, the inevitable question is: whatever happened to the Saudi gold?
Wow, this was powerful
Perfect Mercury retrograde memories of a complex relationship with your family. So in line with the astrology of this eclipse season. Sun in Taurus (jewels), Mars in Cancer (family conflict). Sending you a hug. Love your writing.
enterprise which mainly consisted of weeding and complaining. This is the way I "yard" (every other noun is turning into a verb...why not this one?
Yeah, family dynamics, mother-child dynamics… rarely tidy. Maybe one reason I never had kids. All I know is I’m just gonna try my best not to end up bitter about Life 🤞🏼