Some of my favorite moments
Are watching my mother deal with her mother
Because the matriarch does not give a damn anymore
She announces her presence with
Loud boisterous tones and bright red lipstick
Her face glowing with the security and strength of her position
My mother stands behind her
Hissing like a snake about to strike,
The venomous word
Implying the priority of the position
“mother.”
I giggle in the corner because
I love watching my mother play daughter
Seeing her feel the gut wrenching embarrassment
The flexing feeling of uncomfortable organs
Swimming in absurdity
The feeling that,
“Ugh my mother is so embarrassing”
“because she…”
Because she
What?
I don’t know
I can’t remember anymore what my mother says that is uncomfortable
But I remember the emotion
The disdain at her lack of refinement
Or the hatred of the way she said that
Word
My God my mother
I tell friends
And it’s only when they repeat back to me
My own criticism for a woman they do not know
Or understand do I remember to say
My mother lost her best friend and sister
To cancer
At the age of thirty-five
And she had to pull herself out of bed everyday
To take her seven year old daughter to school
My mother was twenty-seven
Alone with a six-week-old baby
Because her husband left her
My mother took karate classes for ten years
And can kick your ass
My mother reads romance novels
My mother is in her element as a teacher
My mother makes up show tunes
When she makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the morning
What have we done to our mothers?
It’s only when a male friend
Calls me “Mom”
For trying to plan
For trying to make sure everyone is having a “good time”
That I think of the question again
What have we done to our mothers?
Our mothers who are women
beautiful, kind,
Intelligent, mean, pedantic,
Frustrating, complex, insecure, lonely
Happy, amused, angry, funny
We, daughters are sometimes so cruel to our mothers
The body and soul that brought us into the world
We deny them their humanity
Wrenching it from their hands
This is ours now
Go be something else
Why this frustration?
Perhaps it is because everything in society screams at us
The eventual turning of time will deny you
Everything
You will loose the four inches of height
You have on her mother
Suddenly inherit her nose, her eyes, her mannerisms
And be thrown onto the generic pile of “woman”
In the corner
What a patriarchal way to perceive women!
Put into categories
Tiny boxes piled on shelves
Forgotten
As if everything I, she, we are
Can fit in a box
I will never be mother
She will never be hers
As we are all unique individuals
Let us celebrate our mothers
As we would any woman we know who
Brings us food when we are sick
Who is learning to play the cello
Who went to Spain last week all by herself
Who lives without a man
A woman who is feeling beautiful, sensual, intense, lonely and strong
All at the same time
Motherhood does not deny you your womanhood
Motherhood is everything on top of it
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