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A Letter To My Mother @ HeArt Circle

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This Sunday @ HeArt circle the invitation was to dive deeper into the love that we have been receiving from our mothers since inception and to pour it out in the form of words and post it to our nearest postbox. The invitation was to take his opportunity to share our gratitude, our favorite memory of her or say all that we feel for her but never told her. It was one of the most intimate circles which I experienced so far. The process itself brought so much warmth in the space. We shared smiles, apologies, tears of gratitude while sharing our memories and associations with our mothers. One thing which struck me was that each one of us has felt “that” unconditional love from our mothers but to put “that” love into words is a challenge. And the beauty is in that nameless, formless, colorless yet universal feeling that all of us know.

Some of the questions that were held in the circle were-
-Do we have to go through motherhood to be so unconditional at giving?
-Inspite of the diversity of personalities staying under one roof how does she manage to holds everyone together?
-What is her secret of her inner strength, resilience, patience, warmth and love?
-How come we never end up saying thank you to her while we are at the receiving each day end since birth?
-Inspite of all my misbehavior’s and mistakes how is so forgiving? How does she embrace it all in her big heart?

My personal reflection was- First of all it was so amazing to use the word "mummy" after ages. Secondly, all that I wrote in the letter was without any filters. The question that I have for myself is would I have written the same if she was alive? Also did her death come as a gift to me in terms of my evolution is something that I keep thinking. On a lighter note, everyone at my home is keen to read the letter as I too have posted the letter at the same postal address where I stay.

Deep gratitude to the ones who brought the presence of the lineage of mothers and grandmothers to the circle and to the ones who could not physically come but shared notes and messages on the same.



p.s- Waiting for the postman to ring the door bell and to hear responses from our dear mothers after they get the handwritten letters:)

Love and Hugs
Posted by Trupti Pandya on October 29, 2018
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Trishna Shah Oct 30, 2018
What a beautiful question to hold in the heART circle Trupti, such a gift for everyone, both the children and the mothers! :) I remember within hours of becoming a mom nearly 8 years ago, one of the first emotions and reflections that came up for me immediately, from a really deep place in my heart, was a profound sense of gratitude for all that my mother had gifted to me over the years, so selflessly and unconditionally and imagining how much she had sacrificed in the process. For me, I feel I only truly understood the depth of this generosity and unconditional love when I became a mom myself as I could relate to her life's journey in a very experiential way from my heart and my hands, and not only from my head, but of course everyone's experiences are unique.
Sonia Dec 6, 2020
True, does one need to give birth before one can practice unconditional love. Ultimately it's a practice if acceptance. Mummy taught us in abundance. I am going to write a letter to her and see what comes up. It's worth ruminating also what I would have written had she been alive, I was so much different then, with her specially. Now i know better. I hope.
Neela Gupta Dec 13, 2020
Being a mother now I can understand what my mother must have gone through and also what made her what she was and what she gifted us. Even after she is gone so long back, the stream of her gifts continue.
Sometimes I hear myself say the same things she used say and do what she did then which I did not / could not appreciate. Sometimes I ask the life," why do you have to be so strange? "
I am happy that at least now so late in life I can acknowledge the gifts I got from my mom.
Life's slow learner...

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