On writing fiction
by Jan Meeus My mother dispensed a number of axioms that I adhere to. “Dress appropriately for the occasion. First impressions are lasting impressions. ” “Start 0ut the way you want to end up. People aren’t too keen on changing in midstream.” “Do a good job at whatever the task, even if it’s just sweeping the […]
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by mferrell24 My mother never told jokes. Neither did my father. In fact jokes being told in the home were not a part of my childhood. I say this because I know families and people who can tell a good joke, if not repeat one that they heard. I do not mean jokes used to poke
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What is one thing you needed to have said, or need to say to your mother?
I would like to have told my mother that I was doing the best I could.
All the times when she was complaining about me eating all the cookies I wish to have had the insight to say to her, “I need some sweetness in my life.”
I don’t know how much it would have helped.
My mother did not possess the insight to have seen that she was sucking all the joy out of my life.
Her life
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Knowing more about my mother and understanding her are two different things.
I wish to have known more about my mother. But that will not happen.
She died of gall bladder cancer nearly two decades ago.
Yet as a mother of three daughters I feel that I have come to understand her.
It is difficult
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by Rhombendodekaeder If I knew more about my mother I think I would not be so hard on myself. The little I know about my mother is based on her tough exterior. By tough, I mean her unwavering commitment to what she was doing, and the belief that the way she was doing it was
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We’re not encouraged to say, “I’m sorry,” in America, even when we are wrong, have made a mistake and our mistake has injured another, and or even ourselves.
I’m always taken with how much we often count the need to forgive ourselves for past mistakes when discussing those for whom we would do well to hold compassion.
It’s as if American societal beliefs hold to an erroneous myth that life can be somehow lived in a clear and uninterrupted straight line, that we can avoid any and all detours, those erected by others and those we might take should events become too complicated.
From where did we get this belief, never mind how faulty?
The degree to which we claim to be a progressive society
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There are so many questions I would have loved to ask my mother before she died, and listened to her answers.
My mother died when I was 36 yrs. old. Not that I’m a sage at 53 years old, but I did not know anything of what I have learned in the nearly twenty years that have come and gone since she transitioned from this life into what lies next.
It would have been helpful to listen to her describe what she loved most and expound on that. Knowing what brought her the greatest joy, I feel, would have offered a great path to discovering what brought her the most pain.
My mother was not
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