Suddenly, through birthing a daughter, a woman finds herself face to face not only with an infant, a little girl, a woman-to-be, but also with her own unresolved conflicts from the past and her hopes and dreams for the future…. As though experiencing an earthquake, mothers of daughters may find their lives shifted, their deep feelings unearthed, the balance struck in all relationships once again off kilter. – Elizabeth Debold and Idelisse Malave
Mother’s Day is always a little bittersweet for my family and me. Filled with celebration of the women in our lives that have contributed time and time again to our growth and development, the Woman who started it all is no longer with us to lavish praise upon. Losing my mother at fourteen was not an easy feat, but our family made it through one of the darkest hours in our history. I can’t remember the first Mother’s Day spent without my mother, or even many of those after. But what I do choose to remember each Mother’s Day is the spirit my mother left behind that carries us on.
My mother was graceful and full of joy and light. My most memorable moments of her were watching her prepare meals for the dinner parties thrown every month, some church event or the other, for an ill friend or foe, and the simple ways she dressed up an everyday meal. Much of what I know of event planning, organization, and coordination I inherited from watching her plan weddings, church and community events. She was a special lady, and tremendously influenced the lives of others around her–even to this day.
This inspiration post’s color scheme [bittersweet + champagne] is inspired by my mother and her beautiful spirit, and what most holidays are to me: joyous occasions that leave a slight bitter after-taste on the back of one’s tongue, as you remember a life loved and lost.