What makes a Mother?

What makes a mother? Although physically the very first thing
you need would be a womb, you can be a mother without one
by adoption or any other method such as marrying someone
who has children, etc. It is the LOVE that makes you a mother,
a MOM.

Every human on this planet Earth has been borne through a
womb whether it was theirs or someone else’s. Do we honor
the organ that allows humanity to survive and propagate?

In all honesty, I think we take it for granted. There is much
more interest in preventing pregnancy because it seems to
occur so quickly or so effortlessly for most women or at
least teenagers.

When it was suggested that I have a hysterectomy, I would
allow it only if they returned my children’s first home to me.
I had no idea that my request was unusual, my whole focus
was in honoring the organ that allowed me to fulfill my life’s
mission of being a mother.

In fact, it was Mother Mary who guided me to write my
book, The Wounded Chalice. She gave me the title and
told me the cover was to be a picture of the chalice that
she would lead me to find.

The Chalice holds the Blood of Life just as the womb does.
Thus the title was quite appropriate for the stories of my life
which explains how I conquered all the challenges that
showed up to further my belief in a Higher Power, God and
also angels.

I would like to share with all of you, a poem? of the truth about
MOTHERS

Real Mothers don’t eat quiche; they don’t have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn’t come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don’t want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask ‘Why me?’ and get their answer when a little voice says,
‘Because I love you best.’
Real Mothers know that a child’s growth is not measured by height or years or grade…It is
marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother…

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day, share the Love of the Mother with each other.

Love and Light,

Mary Grace

http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]

HUMAN ANGEL APPEARS

I thank you so much for all the emails I received sending me
such loving energy and encouraging words. It really helped
me through a rough period (my previous newsletter).

I know “This too shall pass” and I say it often as I am playing
with a challenge that is presented to me for my attention.

I am feeling much better since I have allowed myself to cry and
allowed the tears to cleanse the pain I was feeling.

But….having understanding and loving support from my friends
helps me much more than the words I say to myself. In fact,
today I received this message from Neale Donald Walsh in the
daily message he sends to all who have signed up for it.

On this day of your life, dear friend, I believe God wants
you to know……that sorrow makes us all children again,
destroys all differences of intellect.

Ralph Waldo Emerson said that, and he was right.

A good cry can be wonderful sometimes, and sadness
is nothing more than love announced. Sadness and
Unhappiness are not the same thing, and it is good
to remember that.

So if you’re sad…be glad. It says something about you.
And there are worse things. And there is this:
sadness cleanses the heart.

Love your friend,

Neale

How apropos!!!

I wanted to share the experience of finding just the
“right” card. I was in so much emotional pain that I
was not aware of the messenger who was right beside me.
It is only now on looking back that I recognize the
miracle of that encounter.

I was in the store looking for a Sympathy card for
my daughter who had just lost her husband and
with them being Atheists, I was having a hard time
finding a card that did not mention God, or angels,
or the next life or anything spiritual (none of which
they believe in).

Here I was looking for a card that was going against
her wishes to have no further contact with me and
I was stumped. My mother’s heart was crying but
it was not visible on the outside.

I circled all the card displays and could not find
anything that was appropriate. All of a sudden, a
woman appears and I mentioned the problem I was
having. She just reached over me and said:
“What about this one?”

I was shocked, it was perfect. Not only was it
perfect, it was purple. For those who do not know
me, I am known as the Purple Lady. I always
wear some shade of purple. Lavender is my favorite.

This card is lavender and is simple. It says only
“Memories” on front of the card when you open it says:
“Let them fill your mind,
warm your heart,
and lead you through.”

How perfect is that? I had hunted and never saw
it before this human angel pulled it out.

I thanked her and she just laughed. She said:
” I could not find mine but I found one for you.
Isn’t that the way life works? We can
help others easier than we can help ourselves.”

Then she simply left and I never saw her again.

Has that ever happened to you? You need something
and all of a sudden a person is there and your problem
is solved.

I call them my human angels because they show up
when I least expect them and when I need them
the most. I don’t remember asking but I must have
requested help from above unconsciously.

All I know is these angelic events make me chuckle
as they remind me that we always looked after even
when we don’t think so. Look for these angel
encounters because they happen to everyone but not
everyone is open to recognizing them.

Love and Light,

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
[email protected]

3 Brows Beach Dr
PO Box 403
Wales, MA 01081, USA
413-245-3977

A MOTHER’S SORROW/LOVE

*A Mother’s Sorrow/Love* is something I can no longer hide from
even myself. I have pretended and thought I had released the
sorrow of being asked not to contact my daughter again.

It became known to me this past week that my son-in-law, my
only daughter’s husband was quite ill, in fact on his death bed.
My mother’s heart went out to my daughter, my little girl. I
have known the loss of a loved one but the hardest one to bear
was the loss of my daughter even though she is still living on this
earth.

A Mother’s Love wants only to comfort and ease the pain of her
loved ones. That was the first emotion I felt when I heard the news.
Then I realized that there was no way I could comfort her. My
love tried to go underground so it would not hurt so much.

It did not work. I was still in mourning over the loss of my
daughter and there was no way I could ease that within myself.

I had a choice to make. I could call her or go to the Memorial
Service but I realized that those choices would only add to her
pain. I had been asked not to make contact with her and I had
respected her wishes throughout her life, how could I go against
what she so obviously wanted?

As a mother, I have always put my children’s wishes before my
own. How could I go against what would bring her the most
comfort? Which was not to have me there as a reminder of
other pain she has endured.

I could not!

My boys, her brothers, would be there and so I had some
small comfort in that fact. We would not be a family as
someone, me, would be missing from the equation. Yet,
at least there would part of her family with her.

Since I believe my life’s mission was to be a mother, I never
expected to be thrown away by one of my own children.
I love them all with as much humanly love as is possible even
though they are all grown and living their own lives.

The Divine Feminine is so embodied in me that Her motherly
love shines through me to all I meet. My daughter and her
husband are Atheists. In her mind, I represent God and she
is so angry with Him that she is angry at anyone who
she perceives as representing Him/Her.

I must confess that I did overstep the boundaries she set by
sending her a card that was very simple and did not have any
Spiritual overtones whatsoever. It just mentioned Memories
and to remember them. I signed it simply as “Mom”.

Do you think I overstepped her boundaries? I would love to
hear any comments you might have.

Love and Light,

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]
http://www.twitter.com/iammarygrace

3 Brows Beach Dr
PO Box 403
Wales, MA 01081, USA
413-245-3977