As you lay sleeping in my arms tonight I feel so peaceful. There is such contentment holding an angel in my arms. I know how strong you are, but in my arms you soften, relax, and release the stress of the day. I wonder how my heart can open up even more—it seems endless, infinite—this beautiful place inside. I am blessed to have loved and love some very special women in my life. My friends and lovers hold such a dear, growing spot there.
The women in my life who have taught me, caught me, share with me, love me—whether they are lovers or friends—touch me deeply. Those who let me love them, break down the walls that they put up so high, are always with me. Each one is so unique, special, and remembered so sweetly. Some have literally passed on, some have lost touch, and then there are those who have stayed throughout the years. All have a special place within me.
This weekend is Mother’s Day, my mind and heart are consumed with thoughts of my mother—who I will always miss. She is forever an angel in my eyes and will always hold a place in my heart, reserved just for her. In so many ways I still see her through the eyes of 3-year-old, the age I was when she died. Now, so many, many years later, I still miss all of the years we never had. So very few of my friends have lost their mothers, especially at such a young age. This past year I met two women who know this loss. There is a knowing, an understanding between us; even without speaking of it, we understand each other. There is nothing that makes you grow up more quickly, or if you’re already grown, brings you a deeper understanding of life and the passing of time.
My dear friend, Amanda, shared a song with me that sparked an understanding for me that seemed to soothe me. It’s a song by Robbie Williams called “Angels.” For some reason it made me think of my mother and how much I owe her. From her friends I found out that she was a very sensitive, compassionate, and emotional woman. Sound familiar? I wondered, would I be who I am right now if things had been different? And truly I do love who I am (not that I am not working on a few things, as I haven’t achieved Goddess status yet!). I embrace the depth of my compassion, emotion, and sensitivity. It has been a blessing in so many ways, but for me, there is nothing better than when I get to share with another woman in a real, deep, and spiritual way.
My femme perspective is to cherish the women in your life. Your mother, if you are fortunate to have one, or the women who share with you, care for you, and you share with in ways that have real meaning. Life is truly shorter than you think—it goes by so quickly. Cherish every moment with your lover, your friends, your “chosen” family—those who treat you with the love and respect we all deserve.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who are mothers and to those who know how to care and love like one. A woman’s love is a gift to be cherished always.