“I miss my mom.”  I’ve noticed that this sentence makes an appearance in my thoughts more than I care to admit.  Sometimes it’s not surprising, like when I’m having a difficult day and my nerves and patience are worn thin.  I start craving that support, understanding, validation, and love that only a mother can provide.

An exploration of "mother hunger" and disenfranchised grief

The mother wound, attachment and developing the emotional agility we were never taught