A Mother & Daughter’s Love Is Never Separated
You were formed inside a borrowed womb-a nourishing safe haven for months-then delivered through painful effort and sacrifice by a woman willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your gratitude and respect.
…But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.
In order to protect the honour of her motherland, she had betrayed the trust of her mother.
She hadn’t seen gold since she’d last
been to her father’s home, when she would sneak off to meet him.
Smiling at the brief memory of, as her mother called him, “the one
who gave me the seed which allowed for your presence.
Eight or nine out of ten mothers in our society today believe that they have accomplished their duty if their daughters, once married, are not sent home in divorce. -Daughters in Boxes
And if ever I’m reduced to looking for a meaning to my life, you never can tell, it’s in that old mess I’ll stick my nose to begin with, the mess of that poor old uniparous whore and myself the last of my foul brood, neither man nor beast.
Mother was,’ June thought, ‘a beautiful little ornament that was damaged.’ Her broken edges cut her daughters in ways both emotional and physical, and only sharpened with age.
I couldn’t imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn’t dare.
My mother always wanted to live near the water,” she said. “She said it’s the one thing that brings us all together. That I can have my toe in the ocean off the coast of Maine, and a girl my age can have her toe in the ocean off the coast of Africa, and we would be touching. On opposite sides of the world.