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I have been lucky enough to spend some time with my mother over the last few months. She had to have an operation on her hand and so was unable to do drive, do chores, or lift anything heavy. Thus, I lived with her again (the last time this happened was when I was 20).
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My mother has lived alone for many years, as have I – so I expected we would both find it difficult to adjust. Both being strong willed women in our own right, with or own ideas of how things should be done. But refreshingly that was not the case, it just flowed. We do not agree on everything, but that is alright and part of being sovereign humans. I have found that I am able to soften, relax and release, not feeling the need to hold on tightly to my way of doing things as being a part of my identity. By doing this, we have both been swept up in the natural flow of compromise.
I realise that I have grown a lot since that snotty teenager who butted heads with her in my youth and have discovered the sacred gift in this exchange. That of being able to give back to the one who gave – and gave up so much for me.
To care for those who once cared for us is one of the highest honors.
Tia Walker
Over the last few years I have done a lot of healing focused on the sister wound and the mother wound, which I know in turn heals ancestors too. It has been great though these past few months, to have been able to combine my energy with one said ancestor – mum – and thus allow that healing power to kick up even more potently.
Helping my mother to do things she was unable to do filled my heart with an overflowing of love and gratitude. Caring for your parent is, I feel the greatest honour. It is a sacred energy exchange to be able to give back that which was given to you.
It is such a special gift to be able to honour the person who not only gave their life to you, but literally gave you life.
We do crosswords together, cook together, go grocery shopping, take walks and laugh. I have done womb meditations with her, and she has entertained me with old stories of the family, her childhood and our roots. I honour this time and the wisdom and ancestral knowledge she has passed on to me. I understand how speaking things out loud is a form of releasing energy and healing, so I know and can feel how healing that has been for our female lineage.
I know there are many who have not and will not have the chance to bond closely with a parent in this way, and I am filled every day with deep gratitude that I was given this opportunity and this gift.
Thanks Mompsie for allowing me into your home, to spend time with and to reconnect so closely with you.
I love you
