I'll Never Have a Mother Who Really Loves Me

Imad's mother had died five years ago from when we met, and he had not grieved her at all. In his grieving with rain, that when he just opened to the grief, he said, i'll never have a mother who really loves me. He was becoming an apprentice to sorrow. This was the beginning of that. It tenderized him. And yoow asked him ooffer some nurturing to that part of himself that felt motherless, unseen. And he couldn't. But remember, nurturing doesn't have to come from ourselves. It can come from from beyond us.