Mother's Day 2012: As complicated as our relationship was, not a day goes by when I don’t think of ‘Mum’.
She was a force to be reckoned with. There was no question she was the Sun...while the rest of us were smaller novas in a family system that revolved around her. Sometimes her gravity pulled us closer; other times, our free-falling elliptical orbit would take us further away.
After she died, my path went off-kilter, and it took awhile to regain momentum.
Without question, she challenged me in ways no one else possibly could and was my greatest teacher in life. She continues to be, after her passing. I look at the lessons we shared along our rocky road, and I’m filled with gratitude.
In her honour, I bought a chrysanthemum (she always called them ‘mums’) and paired it with a favourite B+W photo of her from many years ago, happily perched on the bow of a classic wooden speedboat my Dad lovingly built with my Uncle Bill. Here’s to you, Mum.
“Mum”, © 2012 Cathy Gazda, 9” x 12”, Watercolor, Pen and Pencil.
She was a force to be reckoned with. There was no question she was the Sun...while the rest of us were smaller novas in a family system that revolved around her. Sometimes her gravity pulled us closer; other times, our free-falling elliptical orbit would take us further away.
After she died, my path went off-kilter, and it took awhile to regain momentum.
Without question, she challenged me in ways no one else possibly could and was my greatest teacher in life. She continues to be, after her passing. I look at the lessons we shared along our rocky road, and I’m filled with gratitude.
In her honour, I bought a chrysanthemum (she always called them ‘mums’) and paired it with a favourite B+W photo of her from many years ago, happily perched on the bow of a classic wooden speedboat my Dad lovingly built with my Uncle Bill. Here’s to you, Mum.
“Mum”, © 2012 Cathy Gazda, 9” x 12”, Watercolor, Pen and Pencil.
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