I am so used to holding others feelings that I get upset when others won`t help me hold mine. I know its up to us to relate to our own feelings but sometimes just having a human body or soul with you as you undergo feelings helps on all kinds of levels. The best help is when they dont say much but stay present with you and you feel, felt. And then its easier to access what is inside, if you were caught up in your head before. That said there are also times we access those emotional depths best alone, and cannot share them or have them understood.
I am thinking of this as I just called to see how my Mum was, she asked me `what did I WANT` I then immediately wanted to get off the phone. I only rang to see how you are I asked. I let her go and just burst into tears. I know I said enough is enough I still worry and yes (obsess) over my Mum. Today she is pushing herself beyond her boundaries to be with her mahjong group, its okay she has the will and energy to be with them but not with my nephew. I can understand there has been so much pain with my nephew`s mother (my now dead sister) I believe Mum will do anything not to go there with her grief. Its why she married as quickly as she did after my father died and then ended up hurting the guy who really loved her, where as for her he was an escape. After they separated he used to ring me and cry over my mother, how much she had done for him, how well she had looked after him, how much he loved her. Mum would old say `he was a nice man, but I never loved him`. Its not up to me to judge my Mum but she sure doesnt go deep at times.
I just need to be with what my sadness was telling me. At the moment Mum is trying to get to be with the friends she loves who give her comfort in the way our family does not. I had the thought over past days that Mum would have been better off not having children or at least me. I was an accident, I know that much and later an accident nearly took my life. The body always knows and the soul knows when it was really wanted.
Now its up to me to mother me. My therapist is not going to do it, fair enough. She will help me to do the work as I undergo this painful time of emotionally separating with my Mum. The connection to our mother is one of the most important ones in our life. It becomes the connection to our own body. I need to nurture mine at the moment. The only real home I have is this body and I need to take care of it. I can`t look to others to do it, though some of my connections here and in the world help me in ways they could never know, just by implicitly understanding.
I must exercise gratitude for the places I am received and try to steer clear of the places I am not if I want my body to feel better. This is something I am coming to realise. And maybe my Mum should no longer have to mother any more. Maybe now she just needs time alone to get ready to die. I keep trying to reach out but maybe the universe is trying to get me to wake up to reality. I keep trying to mother my mother but maybe I should not and maybe I should stop trying to hold or give a voice to feelings she would rather not face or be with alone.