Heartwings Love Notes 879: Mothers are Everywhere and Always

Heartwings Love Notes 879: Mothers are Everywhere and Always

Heartwings Love Notes 879: Mothers are Everywhere and Always


Heartwings says, “Mothers come in all shapes, colors, sizes and kinds.”


When I think of the word mother, I envision a womanly figure with her arms around a child, though not necessarily her child.  Many women without children do their share of mothering. One definition of mothering is taking care of or caring for someone. The nature of the caring embraces many actions. A mother cat keeps her kittens close, yet disciplines them as well. A human mother hugs her child and also disciplines that child—hopefully in a loving manner. Mothers of all kinds help children learn limits and learn to respect them.


Growing up, I was fortunate in being given a great deal of unlimited physical freedom. Nobody minded when I climbed trees or played explorer in the marshes behind our home. As long as I stayed on the property I could do as I liked. The few times I ventured off I was severely punished. However, my punishments were not cruel, only restrictive, like being confined to my room for a long period. I’m sure my mother kept an ear out for me while I played. She was at home with me and my siblings. Today’s mothers are fortunate to be able to do that. In some respects it makes mothering more difficult when they can’t.


I went on to have children of my own; all of my girls are now mothers themselves. Sometimes they still need me to mother them; sometimes they even mother me. Mothering does not end when the child is an adult. However as many a mother must discover, mothering must be modified if one does not wish to annoy one’s children. There is a fine line between caring for someone you love and overdoing it: smothering versus mothering. Kindness is defined by how it affects the recipient; helicopter parenting, as it is called can have negative results of all kinds. Limits are for parents as well as for children.


Teachers mother students; some animals have been known to mother young ones not of their kind; I was comforted by the trees I spent hours sitting in– reading, and writing poems. Mothering is of the heart–the heart of the receiver as well as the giver. A difficult childhood results when the mother is unhappy or ill prepared for motherhood. It is easier to judge one’s childhood experience as an adult. Also, not only women can mother. Men can as well. I see them, infants on their backs or in a stroller, tending little ones in a loving manner. On this Mothers’ Day In my heart I honor all those who have mothered me, and I am grateful to each and every one.


May you have fond memories of those who have mothered you.


Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert


Do you have stories to share about mothers you knew or enjoyed? Please share, as I do so love to hear from my readers, and I promise to respond as well.





































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