Other mothers and daughters

mother-and-daughter-ornamentThere is a warmth and understanding that often passes between women. If we are lucky, a bond with our mother is followed by a bond with our daughters. Of course, there are those tragic cases where a mother and daughter don’t bond, and the scars remain.

In my life, I’ve had two other older women who radiated warmth that felt like my own mother’s love. A bonding not quite like with a mother, and different from a friend.

Similarly, I’ve experienced caring for other women young enough to be daughters. Again, the relationships straddled motherly love and friendship. It’s hard to put a finger on it.

Over the years, I’ve watched my own daughters to see if they’ve developed relationships with other woman older than them. Perhaps as a mother, I want to be sure that they have a mature love to lean on even when I pass.

Today I watch my Chinese “daughter” make a new life for herself in Vancouver with her husband. We had the opportunity to connect through work in Florida. Our relationship transcends friendship. I miss our daily talks together over work lunches.

We can each find nurturing, caring love with others besides our family. If we allow it, there can be a bond that develops and grows that transcends friendship. It can be a shelter from a storm and joy in a darkened world.