Navigating Motherhood Without My Own Mother

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As I lay next to my mother, my eight-month pregnant belly overshadowing her frail form, she took her last breath. The following morning, I dragged myself to an ultrasound appointment, desperate for reassurance that the life inside me was still thriving despite the overwhelming grief. While my mother’s body was being taken from our family home, a grainy image on the screen revealed a healthy baby in position for birth.

At 26, my world shattered when my mother told me she had been diagnosed with cancer, given only three to six months to live. After a surreal moment where I hyperventilated and my roommate’s repetitive mantra of “It’s so terrible, it’s so terrible” pulled me into a dissociative haze, my first thought was that my future children would never know their grandmother. Within 24 hours, I had dropped out of my nearly completed graduate program and moved back across the country into my childhood home. Remarkably, my mother was still alive when I became pregnant three years later, but her health was declining rapidly.

As I blossomed with pregnancy, my mother diminished. She lost her hair, her weight, and eventually her ability to breathe or walk without assistance. Watching her become so childlike and fragile during a time when I needed her as my anchor was heart-wrenching. Although I couldn’t let myself believe she would be present at my son’s birth, each week I carried him, a flicker of hope ignited within me. She fought longer than she should have, yearning to meet her first grandchild.

When my son was born, I felt a gaping void where my mother should have been. Her absence was a constant ache. Every moment of joy with my baby was dulled by the realization that she couldn’t share in it. I longed to send her videos of my son’s laughter or his sweet kisses to our scruffy dog—moments she would have found both infuriating and adorable as she struggled to navigate technology (“Sweetheart, I opened your email but can’t find the video. Where do I click?”). I wished to ask her what I was like as a baby, to understand her experiences and to forgive her for the things I couldn’t grasp until I became a mother myself.

Now, I understand her better than ever. When my mother passed away, well-meaning people tried to console me, saying things like, “They may not have met in person, but they did meet in spirit,” or “She lives on through your son.” While I appreciated their attempts, they didn’t resonate with me. As someone who doesn’t subscribe to a particular faith, I found little solace in the idea of my mother watching over us. Similarly, I didn’t feel any connection between my son’s resemblance to her.

The truth that resonates most deeply is that my mother’s legacy continues through my parenting. We were never the typical mother-daughter duo; we had our differences. However, her influence is woven into my very being. I love as deeply as I do because of her, and my son feels that love. He knows the warmth of her spirit through my actions.

In the months following Theo’s arrival, I frequently dreamt of my mother and my futile attempts to connect her with my son. In my waking life, reminders of her absence are jarring. There are times when I momentarily forget she’s gone, relishing the fleeting thought of calling her to share that Theo has taken his first steps. Perhaps one day, I will fully grasp that she is no longer here.

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In summary, the journey of motherhood is often interwoven with loss and longing. Despite the challenges, the love we carry forward serves as a testament to those we have lost.


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