12. A Mother's Day Blessing

Blessings and greetings to everyone,

Mamas, abuelitas, ninas, older sisters, comadres and all those that stepped into the role of loving, nurturing, healing, forgiving and blessing us up - we acknowledge you and thank the Creator and our ancestors for the sacredness of you on this Mother’s Day.

The month of May, when we take time to honor all those that serve in this role and especially our mothers, the ones that gave us life. And although each of us has had varied experiences with our mothers, the fact is that there is a woman in this universe who literally carried us, giving us our breath, fluid, heartbeat, nutrition and ushered us into the world. The first sacrifice, warrior, and giver-of-life represented by that navel, to remind us of that first journey, that creation dance that gave us life but also changed our mothers' lives in so many ways.

Not until my first son was on the way, did I get a glimpse into the multitude of feelings that it stirs up in the women that we call our mothers - from excitement to fear, happiness to sadness. And granted, I, as the father, did not have to experience the physical and connected emotional/spiritual changes that a mother feels - that which forces you to shift your priorities and give up aspects of your womanhood in order to be the best mother you can be.

If for no other reason than for that first birth ceremony, all of our mothers deserve to be acknowledged and honored. And with that acknowledgement comes the recognition that each of our moms did the best that they could, with where they were at. And where they were at, at times, was confused, disconnected, afraid, angry, resentful, but mostly tired… yes, just tired. And when you’re tired with all kinds of feelings, sometimes your "hurt" shows up, and that’s what your kids see and that’s what they get. And sometimes, those wounds that our moms got from previous generations get transferred to us. But now, it’s up to us to decide we do with those lessons, the blessings and the painful ones as well.

So, it is on Mother’s Day that we get the opportunity to heal, to forgive, to mend and sometimes to just accept our moms for who they are. With all their blessings and all their wounds, and in that acceptance of whom they are, we get closer to accepting who we are as well.

My mom crossed over a number of years ago, but her spirit is still with me everyday. Sometimes I smell her or hear her voice, and I still so long for her beans and the best tortillas in the world. And although she wasn’t a “perfect” mom, whatever that is, she was perfect for me.

So to my mom and all the mothers, grandmothers and the like, Happy Mother’s Day. And may this be a day of unconditional love, connection and sacred blessings.


Maestro Jerry