Motherless Mothers

As children, we define the term mother or father with femaleness and manhood. We gather up this definition from our role models, good or bad. Some lose that image through death and hold on to that ideal or negative image as something to work toward or run away from for the rest of their adult life.

20131004-081342.jpgFor children who have no model, or a conglomeration of role models from strangers, this identification is daunting. My daughter is 10 years old. At her age my real mother had vanished after years of confusing court visits. I had an adoptive mother step in for a few years until she died before I entered 8th grade. After that, I observed the relationships, identities, tragedies, and triumphs of my foster sisters who I lived with until I left high school. I sometimes watched the movements of friends’ mothers, or strangers on the street, gathering up my idea of what a mother really might be.

I decided when I became a mother that motherhood must be the ideal image I saw in television shows; baking cupcakes, sitting at games, supportive, emotionally present, consistent. This is what I modeled my parenting style after and every minute of it has been the joy of my life. I have had years of birthday parties, years of scraped knees and hospital visits, crying , laughter, games, homework, dinners, baking, crafts, school projects, diaper changing, up all nights, cuddling all day, picnics in the park; all the things I missed out on as a child. Being a mother saved my heart.

I am overly affectionate and attached to my mini me. A large part of my emotional needs are met by her. It is a role she plays without knowing it and without me realizing it until earlier this year. For other adults who were foster children, and who later become successful parents, this over-attachment is common. Other adults do not relate.

Most of my adult friends who have parents they check in with weekly do not see their families as a stable support system; they are viewed as more of a duty. It is challenging on the other side of that fence; having no one to check in with at all: No weekly call to see how my life is going, no one to blame for mishaps, no parent to meet for holiday dinners. For some who lack this, their spouse or intimate partner fills this space. I learned long ago that clutching on to lovers does not always go as planned; hearts change, desire ends, people come and go.

The identity, attachment, love, sense of belonging, attachment, that all humans need cannot be filled by one person, even a daughter. Those things can only be found or achieved by cultivating healthy intimate relationships, careers, hobbies, self-esteem, healthy habits and being a healthy role model for those that depend on us. This involves an inner peace and self-love I work to maintain constantly.

Being a good mother to my daughter is a balancing act, albeit a precarious one. Letting go is part of that process. Watching her go out on her own more will be painful in many ways because of my attachment to her. She is my only biological, true relative and in many ways our bond has been the only unconditional love I have experienced.

At some point, however, adults who were foster children have to let go; let go of an ideal that will never come, let go of absolution, and let go of buried fears. Instead, we must learn to attach to those we love, without expecting them to fill roles we lost or never had fulfilled in the past. It is the only way for truly motherless mothers to instill peace in the hearts of our children.

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15 thoughts on “Motherless Mothers”

  1. I honestly don’t know how to properly comment on your post because it’s truth is so clear, your love is so self-evident, and your story is so compelling. You are one awesome-special person-mama-writer-more… 🙂

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  3. That was an awesome summary, or should I see the beginning, the middle, but hopefully not the end. Don’t forget about part three. That’s the part where new roles and fulfillments are created, as in grandchildren and being a grandparent. I’m not a mother or was I a foster child or single parent. Nevertheless, one thing I can attest to is how that new, glorious dimension of both your life’s will open up when that next generation comes along. Both of you have already built the support beams to cross that bridge. What a wonderful future awaits all of you.

    Enjoy it!

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