I’ve been struggling to write for the last couple of months but felt like I needed to publish something in commemoration of Mother’s Day.   I could blame my hiatus from blogging on being busy with motherhood and working part-time again, but that’s not really the reason.

My blog started a few years ago as a way to write about my mother and her disease but has evolved into something much more personal–a public journal of my struggles and my successes, of my heartaches and my joys.  And sometimes the sharing becomes too difficult.  Sometimes it’s easier not to write about the things that pop into my head.

Sometimes it’s easier not to think about how much people say I resemble my mother or how my husband says my personality reminds him of my maternal grandmother.  Sometimes it’s easier not to think about losing the “cord between us”:

Mothers and Daughters

There is a cord between us
not yet cut
On it we move
like tightrope walkers
novices
uncertain of the net
Take tentative steps
across the gulf
toward one another
Careful
not wishing to turn back
Hopeful
that keeping balance
we can meet
can then embrace
and pass each other
as we must

—Maude Meehan