An honest look at what it means to be a daughter, to heal relationships, and to make room for love in life.

💬 Mother's Day as a starting point

Mother's Day, more than giving flowers or writing nice words, is for me an opportunity to reflect on the most significant relationship we have in life: that with our mother.

From my experience, that relationship has been complex, marked by moments of emotional distance. I've moved between the light—because she's my mother—and the wound, because, from my perspective, her story carries scars that perhaps she hasn't been able to heal, and that probably have deep roots in her relationship with my grandmother.

🌺 What is revealed when someone leaves

My mother grew up with a difficult woman. My grandmother passed away a year ago, on May 3rd. It's strange how death brings to light things that remained hidden in life.

Now that the anniversary is approaching, I sense a silent guilt in my mother, shrouded in tributes that never existed when her mother was alive. This contradiction makes me think about how, sometimes, we postpone reconciliation and the desire to heal until it's too late.

🧬 What women inherit from their lineage

From that reflection, I understood that maternal love isn't always easy, and that it often feels more like an emotional debt than a refuge. I also realized that the dynamic between my mother and grandmother was reflected in my relationship with her and with other people, especially in my romantic relationships.

💭"A beautiful, intense relationship... but one marred by guilt."

In particular, a relationship that was long, intense, beautiful in many ways, but also deeply marked by guilt. Guilt for not giving enough, for not loving as was expected of me, for not healing in time.

And when that relationship ended, what remained wasn't just sadness, but that old ghost: the feeling that my worth depends on how much others need me. A belief that, I now understand, probably stemmed from the emotional distance I experienced in childhood and adolescence.

🔍 Understand, don't blame

Thanks to therapy, writing, reading, and exploring new paths, I understood that my relationship with my mother is at the heart of my emotional history. That to be able to love in a different way, I first have to heal that initial bond. And it's not about blaming her, but about understanding. About seeing her also as a wounded daughter who did what she could.

✨“We still have time to embrace, to understand, to transform what we inherit into something lighter and more conscious.”

💞 Heal while there is life

This Mother's Day, I don't just want to celebrate. I want to reflect.
I want to invite you, who are reading this, to heal while there is still time.
To honestly examine what we have kept silent about. To speak it out, even if it hurts.

Because we still have time to embrace, to understand, to transform what we inherit into something lighter and more conscious.

Healing is a slow path, but it is also a profound act of love:
Love towards myself, towards my mother, and towards the relationships to come.
Towards the woman I am learning to be.

 

Lourdes Monzón
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