Dear, Sisters ♥
As I pen this letter, I am reminded of the complexities that weave through the fabric of motherhood and daughterhood.
Love can be a tangled thread, but it’s always there, sometimes hidden beneath the weight of pain and misunderstanding.
My journey of reconnection with my biological mother, after 30 years, taught me that love never truly leaves us.
It ebbs and flows like the tide—sometimes crashing over us in waves of longing, sometimes retreating into the quiet depths of our hearts.
Forgiveness, I learned, isn’t always about absolution.
It’s about understanding that each of us navigates our lives with the tools we were given, doing the best we can.
When my mother told me she felt punished, it pierced my heart.
Yet, amid the pain, she also shared that she never stopped loving me.
Her love was a constant, my beginning that always guided me through the storms of abandonment and hurt.
As I embraced her with an open heart, I found peace—not in the act of forgiving her for her past, but in recognizing the love that had always been there, waiting patiently for us both.
To the young women still grappling with estrangement from your mothers, I want to offer you a gentle reminder: Healing is not a linear path.
It’s a winding journey filled with ups and downs, and sometimes, grace is the only compass you need.
Allow yourself the space to feel all the emotions—anger, sadness, abandonment, longing.
These feelings are valid, and they belong to you.
But remember, you are not alone in this.
Generational wounds can feel heavy, but you are also part of a lineage of strong women who have weathered storms.
Consider this: Maybe your journey back to love starts with kindness toward yourself.
In those quiet moments of reflection, think about the small joys that can coexist with the pain.
Can you find a flicker of gratitude for the woman who brought you into this world, even if the relationship is strained?
What would it look like to take a step toward healing, even if it’s just a small one?
I cherish the memories of my mother taking us to the drive-in movies in a van that could have housed a small family.
We transformed it into our sanctuary of bedding and popcorn, waiting in line for sci-fi thrillers that ignited our imaginations.
I remember the salty air as we arrived at the beach to body surf, her laughter mixing with ours, a soundtrack of love played over the chaos of life.
She did everything she could to love me and my two brothers, and that love, despite the years apart, remains a beautiful truth in my heart.
So, if you find yourself yearning for that connection, give yourself the gift of grace.
It may take time, but allow your heart to soften by Loving You!
Let it weep away the pain that has been holding you captive.
Open the door to the possibility that love can bloom again, like flowers through cracks in concrete, resilient and determined.
In closing, remember that your journey is unique, and it’s okay to seek solace in your own way ~ I certainly did!
You are worthy of Self Love, Mom’s Love, and the Energetic Love that is always with you.
Find your way, sweet girl ~
With all my heart,
Ginger