mother. wild and free.

when i was little my mother moved at a frenetic pace.  she was a woman of her time, that is to say, influenced by feminism and eager to prove herself strong, worthy, competant.  she raced and chased and siezed; she went after what she wanted for us (expensive early education, lessons and clubs and enrichment opportunities in every free moment).  and just when the racing and chasing was making us all dizzy, my mother could stop it all, spear a moment in time with a magical plan, and enchant us with her softness, independance, and sense of adventure.  if her daily life was modern, frenetic and achievement-driven, her pauses were her true signature.  she was Annie Oakley, Bonnie Elizabeth Parker and Laura Ingles Wilder.  in those moments we could all breathe and see one another.  and in those moments she was a mother like no other.  she was wild and free and limitless.  she was fun and fresh and mesmerizing.  this version of my mother was my drug of choice and i had a thirst for her intoxication that left me aching and breathless.  my mother connected me to the natural world,  inspiring me to seek my solace in the earth's steadiness, wildness and freedom.  thank you, mom, for giving me the best parts of you when i needed them most.  thank you for teaching me to stop, breathe, and pause for magic.

 

Comments

[Bob Altman]

Sweet! Happy Mothers Day from my generation to yours!!

[chelsea]

thanks Bob! happy day.