Once a mother always a mother.

This is true but when the children have grown and don’t need the mothering that they once did, what becomes of us?

Our motherhood role shifts to one of a matriarch.

A matriarch leads and becomes a presence in the everyday lives of her children – not necessarily physical, but omnipresent. The words and actions she sets forth in doing as a mother are now ingrained in her children. They are like gentle taps on the shoulder or whispers to the soul.

When her nest becomes empty, her focus shifts to the day the nest is no longer.


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