What would the world be like without mothers? Heidi Bryan, author of Must be the Witches in the Mountains, recently emailed me. Her mom has been showing signs of dementia. I see how my own mom at the age of 91 is also showing the telltale signs. As I reflect on Heidi’s email, I wonder how many of us middle aged women are dealing with the slow process of saying goodbye to our mothers who are getting older, it seems, by the minute.
Heidi wrote of a metaphor in her email, “I do not like a lot of the stuff that is all part of getting older! I was driving in PA last week and saw the damage done by the snow storm and thought how I felt like the trees - sagging, drooping, a bit broken, and losing my foliage!”
Although as aging daughters of aging mothers we can feel a bit broken and worn out like the trees, we will always keep our roots. It is within those roots we keep our mother’s narratives alive. What would the world be like without daughters who do just that?