Friday Fictioneers: Mom in the Mirror

I stare at my reflection and see my mother looking back at me. My mother, who has been gone for 25 years, is still with me, every day.

I’ve fallen in love and had my heart-broken a few more times since she left and each time, she was there. She shared my joy and gave me comfort during my sadness.

“What a testament to the kind of mother she was” I think, that I can still see myself reflecting in her eyes.

But as I age, I find what I miss most, is not my mother, but the woman, who was my mother.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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55 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Mom in the Mirror

    • Our kids can be a little narcissistic when it comes to us, I think. When they are younger, they often only seems themselves reflected in our eyes when they look at us. It is not until they are older and have walked many of the same paths that they start to recognize us as people too.
      I hope you have a nice weekend with your children, your grandchildren, and of course your wife.

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  1. Thank you so much for this, Dawn. It was only when I read the comments that the penny dropped. However, as I’ve explained in a few other ones I’ve read, I’ve had a big day and the brain isn’t firing on all cylinders.
    I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be a Mum this week. Not just because of Mother’s Day. Rather, I had a surprise visit from Julie Goodwin, Australia’s first Masterchef this week when she turned up with a meal for our family. It was such a hoot, but while writing up about her visit, I had cause to reflect on when I watched her win the competition 8 years ago when I was very ill and she was the Mum on the show. She is such a warm, loving person and she missed her boys so much and that radiated out to me at a time when I wondered whether my kids would be growing up without their Mum. Here’s a link: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2017/05/10/the-masterchef-the-rabbit/
    xx Rowena

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  2. Like that last line, the fact that we begin to see our parents as rounded people rather than just ‘mum’ or ‘dad’ as we become adults, value them for other qualities apart from the love they have given us. Nice story Dawn

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  3. Being a mother is a delicate balance. Even now, when my children are all over forty, they seldom see me as simply a woman. Perhaps that’s how it’s meant to be.

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  4. Very touching tribute. It is a great discovery when you realize you appreciate your parents as people not just your parents.

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  5. Dawn, this is a very tender and touching story. Almost more like a confessional than anything else. Thank you for sharing this beautiful tribute to your mother and for sharing a bit of yourself.

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  6. I see my mother when I look in the mirror too. I look enough like her to see her. I’ve missed the woman who was there before the Alzheimer’s took over. I have many happy memories, though. Good story and writing, Dawn. 🙂 — Suzanne

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