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Remembering "Mother"

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Good Day Everyone!

I have a question. Over the weekend I held a conversation with someone who remembers many past lives, just as I do. In that conversation I realized that although I have many memories of my past life "fathers," I only remember the "death" or being taken from my mother{s}, but no memories of the "person" I call mom. My acquaintance only remembered "one" mother figure -- all the other life times were void of "mother" or memories regarding the mother child relationship.

My own memories, interactions, daily past life happenings for the most part did not include "Mother."

My question is -- Does anyone remember past life memories with your Past Life "Mothers?"

If so what is the NATURE of those memories? Another words what were the feelings and emotions that surfaced when remembering MOM?

Love,
Deborah
 
the reason may be because mothers died so young. It`s very easy to assume that the cause may be to death during childbirth. It also used to happen that in the case of seperation between parents, the father was given responsibilities as the primary caregiver, not the mother.

hope you`re having a great day. take Care, -Kat.
 
I am not sure where to start...

one thing I have learned is that there is *no other* relationship like that between a mother and her child.

My mother from the life I recall best, 100 years ago, was a gentle, warm spirit, beautiful in and out. The person I was overall closest to, my older sister---in this life asked me pointblank, "Did you love your mother?" and I broke down. I remember her, I remember what I said to her as she lay dying, and I know her love will always be with me, as mine shall with her.

I can recall sitting in the lap of yet another mother. She loved me, and I loved her, greatly. I am on the verge of crying each time when I am reminded of her.

In the early 1800's I lost my mother when me and my twin were 3, and as we were still very young, didn't quite comprehend. We would ask our father, "Where is she?"

Actually, come to think of it, in at least several, perhaps more, lives, I have the sense of losing my mother early, either thru her death, or of my going off to live elsewhere.

I think, if we are a fair sampling, that to have lived up to this millenial point in time, and to have experienced many years with a (loving) mother, we are fortunate. Death in childbirth, apprenticing off children, having out-of-wedlock children taken away, sending children off to be raised in better circumstances, children raised exclusively by nannies, all of these contribute to the times past when children spent hardly if any time with their own mothers.

Light,

DJ
 
I remember the most recent past life parents.

I was very happy as a young boy and I felt loved by my mother. I think the events of the 11th and 12th year of my life caused me to change my opinion on her. I didn't think she wanted me anymore. It's all very complicated.

My father was a different story. He seemed always to be very cold and distant to me. I have the sense of wanting him to love me, but never feeling any loving emotions from him. I think there was only one time that I actually felt that he cared for me and that was when I was hit in the head by a bullet and was in the hospital.

It seems that my entire family seemed to grow cold after I went away to military school. I probably need therapy after going to that school.

Rittmeister
 
This is all very interesting.

I know that I don't think I had a strong maternal figure in my past life. In my past life, I died when I was 13 or 14, so I was still in essence, a child. I do know that I was very close to a paternal figure. I am not sure if he was my father or an uncle or what, but I know exactly what he looked like: he had a brown beard, brown eyes and a very kind face.

I think the fact that I lacked a maternal figure in a past life makes me very close to my mother in my current one.
 
Okay, I don't have clear names-and-dates recollections, but I have impressions of her. Of someone who made me feel like everything would always be all right, like she could fix anything (until the time even she couldn't make it all right). The sense of leaning against her, hearing her heartbeat. She was Safety and Protection and Solace. When we met in this life, I felt the same comfort, and for a long time continued to believe that This Was The Person Who Could Make Everything All Right...until last year, when he got sick and almost died and the foundations of my world shook.

cashew (sweet li'l nut)
 
Hello Everyone!

Thank you for the replies. The breadth of reasons runs deep I see.

I "remember" my mothers deaths..one was killed by a wagon that overturned on her -one was killed in World War I, one died when I was small..probably in childbirth in India. One I was taken away from at age 8. When you look at history -- the reasons for early deaths and separations are many. I of course remember "mother" but the RELATIONSHIP parts are void of the details that I usually get in past life recall.

Banazir, traumatic memories as I said before surface first -- your mother in the past left you with a not so good memory. I am so glad you have a great mother in this one! [

Trauma - or negative, angry energy needs to be released -- and maybe this is why "Mothers" do not come up as often, but when they do it is about trauma! Hhmm I am thinking out loud here.

DJ -are your memories of your loving mother only of her death -a time when you 'remembered' the relationship? And in the 1800's -is the memory of her death where the expansion of the whole relationship comes to awareness? Or do you recall everyday actions WITH her? I seem to remember the whole "feeling" at the time of death, how about you?

Ritt - I have to reread your memories, but it sounds like the issues regarding Mother and the changes that happened in the relationship spurred the memories of her -Am I off????

Mary your reflection is one that seems to fit the "absence" I am aware of. Memories of a loving, caring all knowing mother seem to be scarce Cashew..you are sooooooooooo lucky!

I guess what I am toying with here is the notion that Mothers play a loving, supportive role -nurturing their children and in this role -- unless there is anger, trauma, etc., there is no need to "remember" her. Or is there?

Seems like we have lived in a patriarchal society for thousands of years, and the male energy and 'force' has been ingrained in our consciousness -over many life times.

Balance -hhmmm thinking out loud again -maybe its time to balance female and male energies and bring the side of MOTHER back to the forefront. I think I am going to purposefully focus on Mother in my next regression/meditation.

Love,
Deborah
 
Deborah,

The mother I recall from the mid-to-late 1800's I not only recall her death but her life as well. I remember when I was a boy and she talked with me, sitting beside her, and overall the very physical sense of her within the room. My memories from that particular life are as strong as or stronger than those I have from the 1970's. I remember thinking, even as a toddler boy back then, that my family was incredible, and in particular I felt as if I could never find two more extraordinary parents.
I remembered what I said to her as she lay dying the very same night in this life that my then-older sister (now friend) asked me, "Did you love your mother?" I was driving at the time when I remembered it. Even now, I think back on her as my "Mama."

Light,

DJ
 
Deborah,

The first memory that I had surface about my mother from that lifetime was the one where she is walking with me as an adult. I think that is probably in the miscellaneous memories section. The feeling there from her is genuine concern. It's not a bad memory.

I didn't start to wonder about my relationships with my family members until I looked at my memories and realized that most of my memories involved the woman I was in love with. My emotional reactions to many of my family members' photos were curious, and to add to the intrigue....my brother Lothar in that lifetime is one of my very best friends in this lifetime. He doesn't have very found memories of that life.

I started thinking about why I didn't have strong memories of my family and it appears that my time in the military school has much to do with that. I think that it was an awful time in my life and I have been hesitant to deal with it. I even wrote as Manfred in the book that I was asked to write that I didn't want to go to military school and that I didn't have much to say about it. I know from knowing myself that it had to be a bad experience for me to flat out say that. I am usually more reserved when expressing my opinions publically. I was very hurt and resentful about that experience.

Looking back, I don't think that my mother didn't love me. I think she was caught up in the situations of the time and how she was supposed to be a good wife. I think she loved me, and tried to do what she thought was best.

Rittmeister
 
Thank you DJ and Ritt,

You both have given me much food for thought. So has everyone here*S*S*S

I am sure that each situation is unique, as each individual is unique.

I guess as a mother and grandmother I also want to "know' that my actions, my thoughts, and the love I give -- to not only my children but to 'other children' is remembered -- that it is LOVE that makes the difference.

Maybe once we move past the traumatic memories and go to the loving ones..holding that in consciousness - we would then "remember' to create that in our next life.

Love,
Deborah
 
I have a memory of my mother from another life but it is vague. I saw her through my kitchen window. I didn't have any strong emotional attachment to her because I felt anger toward her. I held her partially responsible for the death of a loved one. (partially, only because I felt most responsible)

I don't know why you wouldn't have a memory of a mother. But your question made me realize that I have no memories of a father.

How strange. Now I'm interested to find out as well.

Blessed be,
Crystal
 
So many new people,

I am still interested in hearing about anyone's memories regarding past life mother's. So obnoxious me brought this back up to the top.

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Love,
Deborah

Lifes experiences weave a tapestry of knowledge
 
From the two past life regressions I experienced, I had very little sensory impressions of a mother.

In my life in the Western U.S. in the late 1800's, I remember a mother, but had no discernible feelings toward her. After listening to the recording of my regression, I suspect that I may have been abused by my father in that lifetime (who I had strong feelings of fear and rage towards), and as happens often in those cases, I may have directed some of that anger to my mother for not protecting me. She was pretty - the image I received was of an attractive young woman, but the only feeling I had was perhaps a little contempt, as she seemed to me to be rather weak and complacent.

From my life in either Ancient Greece or Rome, I had wonderfully secure and happy feelings about my mother. That she was beautiful and strong. I had a v. secure and happy childhood and family life in that lifetime.

That's all for me for now!
 
Hy everybody (sorry, I always end up writing so much, I just can’t help it)

About five years ago, I had a very strong vision about my mother in a past life, who posibly was my mother-in-law in my actual life.
I watched myself sitting on the floor of a huge room in an english mansion. I was about five years old, was wearing a white dress and I was playing with something like a teddybear. My mother was playing piano. She played just for me, and I felt that we were completely unifyed through this wonderful music. She was so good, so warmhearted, I loved her so much.
While feeling and watching the vision, I let me body and spirit get filled with this love and warmth. I just had to cry, I couldn’t help.

My mother in my acutal life is a very difficult person, I always have had a lot of problems with her, she is too possesive. But this vision helped me to get in peace with her. I didn’t care anymore for the lack of mother’s love in my present live, because I knew, I had a loving mother in a past live, and she would always love me. Also, I became able to see the good things in my actual mother: After all, she sacrificed herself for us kids, and she kept us always healthy and well fed.

So, when I’m listening to a romantic piano-melody, I just remember my piano-playing mother and I feel her love. It seems, she suffered a lot in that life. She was very intelligent, she read all the books in the library of her father-in-law (who seems to be my son today), but she couldn’t show because women must not be intelligent then, and she went a bit crazy.

In a later life, she was male, a famous musician in France. Her piano-melodies were marvelous. I was a poor girl without family, and I passed by the house of this musician as a beggar. He gave a little piano-concert to his friends, and I just got paralized by the music. He was very amused when he saw me: I stood in the garden, watching him through a window, listening to the music, unable to move. So he invited me to stay in his home and to work as a servant. I stayed there for many years, and finally I left the place to become a nun. When he died, I visited the house and his servant told me, that he got melancholic when I left. I felt very sad, I didn’t mean to hurt him as I left.
I have always been trying to find out who this musician might have been, but I can’t remember any names or other important details, so it’s gonna be difficult. Any suggetions?

There is some very strange thing about the first time I had the vision of the piano-playing mother: Some hours later, my wife phoned me to tell that they suffered a terrible car accident, the very moment I had the vision. My mother-in-law, to whom I had very strong and warm feelings, died in this car accident. My son was the only person in the car who did not get injured at all. He was about five years old then, and he asked me later, how it was posible that I was with him in the ambulance, if the accident took place in Mexico and I was in Switzerland. Today, he is still sure I was with him in the ambulance, holding his hand to comfort him.

I’m quite confused about all this, but I think, love just crosses the limits of time and space.

Love, Dieter
 
In my past life memories, I remember that my mother in my past life was killed in a concentration camp, and that my sister died shortly thereafter. I was the last to die. I also have another past life memory where, in the time of the French Revolution, I am a young woman, running through these woods crying "Papa!" I have blonde hair and a dark blue dress on. There were people who had come to take us away to the guillotine, as my father was a poor but scholarly type. I have no memories of my mother in that lifetime except there is a vague feeling of a loving mother who died when I was young. I remember my father was very gentle, and we had separated in the woods, and I felt that he had distracted them and allowed them to find him so I could get away. I was frantic as I ran searching afterward, after they had left. I have no idea what happened to me after that. Seems kind of stupid to be screaming Papa when people are looking for you, but I felt they were gone by then. That is the only real memory I have of that lifetime. I wasnt a child, but I was still living at home, probably a teenager. That is my only real memories of parents. I do know that in the WWII memories, my father was in hiding. I had someone tell me in a past life reading, that my daughter Amanda who died in this life was my older sister, who was my mother figure after our mother died, in a previous life, and that she had died as the result of her clothing catching on fire while cooking. Our father had succeeded on putting out the fire, but she was too burned and died. According to the reading, I never recovered emotionally in that lifetime. Maybe one reason she came back this life and died so I could let her go? btw in case someone reads some of my other posts and wonders, I have lost three children in this life to a mitochondrial disorder. Letting go seems to be the order of the day this lifetime!

Gina
 
Gina,

Bless your heart. I am afraid I am clueless regarding the 'cause' of the deaths of your children, but I thank you VERY much for sharing your story.

I was a woman in Italy during WWI II - lost my whole family in WWI, but helped many Jewish people escape in WWII. I would hide them in the wine barrels..half full of wine when the soldiers came through. My mother however died when I was around 17.

I have a question...do you see a pattern from one life to the next?
Regarding your relationships?
Your thoughts, feelings and emotions that carry over? You seem to have very clear memories

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Love,
Deborah

Lifes experiences weave a tapestry of knowledge
 
Well, I cannot ever remember parents from my other lifetimes, and I can remember four past lives, though one is very foggy. How lucky you all are!

I don't think I've known my current parents in previous lives, or my sisters. I'm sure though that my sister, mother and nephew are connected strongly.

The people I have the strongest connections to are an ex-lover (present life) who has been a spouse/beloved previously and several friends who have been friends (and one possibly a spouse) previously. Then, as now, they are "chosen family".
 
Deborah

As far as a pattern, I think in general my pattern is two things, and they are interrelated. One, to take control of my life, and to not let others control me through fear. And to learn to let go, that I cant protect the ones I love through control, which I was doing through fear of losing them. I guess I am here to learn balance.

letting go and letting God is an extremely hard lesson for me to learn evidently!

Gina
 
I can only remember one actual mother from my lives....and I will admit, she doesn't bring back fond memories. This may be why I remember her, come to think of it...I've noticed that one tends to remeber negative things more vividly that positive. In any event, I have come to the conclusion that this woman, whom I always referred to as Anya, her name, not as "mom" or "mother", was never meant to be a mother. She disliked me thoroughly, convinced that I was too rebellious and, quite simply, did not know what to do with me. She and my father had no problem with hitting me at the slightest provocation, and they neglected me often. I'll never forget my revultion for her, mostly because she would sit by and watch, unconcerned, as my father would beat me. In that life, the most motherly figure I had was my aunt, Anya's sister, who was the total opposite of her. Unfortunately, this aunt died when I was only seven or so. (I have had the pleasure of meeting up with her again in this life, however - she is the mother of a boy who was once my cousin, and another time, my brother.) I have obviously had other mothers, but the only other one I remember was my friend (though much older) before that, and so I tend to think of her in a friendly rather than maternal way. Just thought I'd share another uttery pointless piece of information :O)
 
I find of all the things having to do with my past lives picking up on parents is the thing I have most trouble with.Usually I only recall one parent for each life though I usually had 2.In alot of lives though my mothers died in child birth and my fathers in war and much of my family often died as well.I was also an orphan in many lives.In most of my lives I got alone well with the parents I had at least.This explains why when I was younger I always feared my family would die or be taken away from me.Unfortunately a lack of one or both parents seems to have been common in history.
 
Hello everyone,

I remember my mother, from my last
lifetime...I have not verified this,but know this is a memory(s). In this lifetime:
I remembered around 4-5 years old and I was at 1st hovering then a participant in this
dream/memory. They even were calling me by
another name, and I remember thinking in this
memory...that it was ok, because that was the
name I had in that life.
It seems I was only somewhere around 4-6 years old and died soon after...
but this was in the early/late 1950's...and I
feel I was usually looked after a younger man
who I looked at as an uncle. My mother was always busy with her career, and boyfriends.I
am pretty sure it was in California, and she
was important(famous??). I felt in that life
abandoned...unloved...but given alot. The
guy who looked after me was a bachelor who had girls around..he lived on private property in California (Malibu??possible it was private beach...I remember how warm the sun was...the ocean..My mom had short blond hair/eyes not sure yet. No one in the family in this life is her, because she is still alive..is that possible???? Does anyone know of this type of situation. I feel her, and know she feels still guilty.

Anyways hope I don't sound way too weird...
dreams are a reason to fly femme61


[This message has been edited by femme61 (edited 12-11-2001).]
 
I remember my ma from the most recent life I know of. I was the oldest, so it'd seem logical that I'd remember my father even if he died when I was young, but I don't. I only know he farmed.
 
Hi,

Thought I would share a little snippet of a memory I had during some energy work the other day. As the healer massaged my feet, images if China during the Ming Dynasty resurfaced again. Usually I remember my adult life then, as a governess. This time I went to when I was a small child, young -maybe three for four. My mother was with me, they were binding my feet.

She was so happy for me, and so proud. I was excited. Then came memories of the pain..the aching. Not a good thing. But the memories of my mother were of a very sweet woman, who only wanted the best for me. She wore beautiful silk garments, she was small, and very gentle.

The gardens were beautiful, the plants were delicate -just like her.

Any more mother memories anyone?

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Namaste,

Deborah

I want to suggest that we consider beauty as a transformative experience -- one that awakens the unconscious, and leads us to one another.
 
I had a beautiful (inside and out) mother, just like my present day mother, in my most recent life. She and my brothers are strong in my memory.

I especially remember her beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Her family had come from France originally.

I agree with what lots of people have said, that earlier on females did usually die quite young, and/or maybe you had a lot of distance within you relationships with them as well.

HAve a great day! Kuka
 
Actually Deborah!

Just reading back to some of the things you wrote last year about being removed from your mother, and watching your mother dying by an overturning wagon.

I'm not sure whether you read some things I wrote about which I had discovered the other month. They were visions of actually being the mother, a governess - my employer knocked me up (haha!), I had my child, he got taken away from me, and then everything was supposed to go on, business as usual. And when he was about eight I watched him as he stood staring at me on the other side of a road. I then saw him being run over by a horse and carriage!

I went hysterical, and ran towards him, also being hit by a horse and carriage but instead of dying I was thrown into a mental institution.

That's where the sadness of thinking of myself as the 'mother' comes from.

Kuka
 
HI Kuka,

Thank you so much for sharing some of your memories here. You are right about being taken from my mother, and watching another die. But I don't remember reading about your memories. I must have missed it. Can you tell me what thread it was in? I would love to read about them.
 
Hi Deborah!

I'm awfully embarrassed but I have absolutely no idea which thread that was on! He! I just reply randomly to anything that takes my interest! Huh!

But remembering the mother-child bond and especially the times when you're torn away from each other for some particular reason is just horrific. And probably the reason why I've been so clingy to my mum and husband of this life too. Kuka
 
I am new here. Is it okay to post to these older questions? Hope so.

Unlike many of you, I don't know if I am having memories of other lifetimes or just little fictions.

I remember living a rather primitive life. I did not know who my mother was because once born a child was not considered the possession of the mother. All nursing women fed the child and all members of the group or family tended the child. Clothing was minimal. I was happy. As an adult I traveled, gambled, drank, faught and had a great deal of fun. I was in a relationship with a hunk of a man, and we both cheated at every opportunity. I felt no guilt in killing anyone he had been with. I was eventually captured by Christians so it was not as long ago as one would expect. I may have had a child and left it behind. There is the feeling that a child born at an inconvenient time should have known better and deserved whatever it got. Also it could come right back through some other portal, vessel, opening. Not like it had to wait 9 months but just move on to the next pregnant woman. I am not sure I quite connected pregnancy with childbirth. Perhaps I was mentally deficient.

I seem to remember being a little slave girl, around 6. My mother had gone away. My grandmother was raising me. I am not sure where my mother had gone, perhaps died. My grandmother gave me a nice cup of tea which put me to sleep. I never woke up. She did not want me to go through what she and my mother had. It seems the plantation owner thought of little girls as party favors. She blamed this man for my mother going away and did not want me to go there.

Another memory is of the 1800's. I think in Boston but don't know why. My mother was a tall, stout, handsome woman. She was very modern. She also was very busy. She was a no nonsense home management specialist. My father was in charge of a library at a local college. I don't know what that means, I don't think he taught, but he did interact with the students. Her position as his wife was demanding as well. She didn't seem particularly annoyed by my lack of interest in her world, my deep attachment to books, writing, or my desire to never marry. She seemed to find it amusing.

Perhaps the most recent. I was about 5 or 6. We were in a very large building, sitting on the floor. The entire building was full of women and children sitting on the floor. I had three siblings but the baby was already dead. We were not permitted to look up at the people with the boots on. I looked up, I saw the rifle butt coming, but I did not feel it hit. I remember looking into her eyes. So much love, hope, and faith. My last thought had to be full of warmth and love. It felt wonderful.

Which brings me to another post I read. If that was the last thought I had as I made my way out, could I find that thought in my life now? How would I connect something in the now to the then? Does this last thought have to take place before death actually starts?

My relationship with my mother this time was and is the most painful experience of my life. Any one of these memories might be a comfort creation.

There is one other mother memory. This was in a dream. It is really different. It was inspired by Jane Roberts. I was one of many incarnated souls/personalities. She was our Mother/Higher self. The most wonderful loving feeling I have ever felt... that is love towards me. It was the first time in memory that I felt loved. I could feel her love for me. It felt tangible. Having a hard time describing it.

In that dream I ask her if reincarnation was real. She told me to look around and see what I think. I said "I guess it is." She said "it is not what you think it is." So what is it. I didn't ask.

I don't remember my mother in every memory. Each memory seems to be of one day or event. I seem to have access to many of the things I knew at that moment. Not my name, not the place I live, not the time, or any other particulars. If I think of a house I might see the numbers but cannot read them. If I think of a book , I can see a book but not read the title. When I thought of the mother in the 1800's I saw a woman. It seemed to be one moment in time and the feeling that we tolerated each other.

Some of you say you just know it is a memory. How?

I have already learned a great deal here.

Thank you for sharing.
 
I brought this back to the top because there are so many new members, and, being a mother myself, I would be interested to see if new replies will come up.

What impact did your past life mothers have on you, then and now?

Love,

Eevee
 
:(

Powerful question for this thread, Deborah.

This is harder to write about than I thought it would be. I knew I would want to cry, but I didn't think I would want to stop writing.

I didn't have any bad memories of my mothers from my remembered two human lives before this one. That's what upsets me so much. There's no bad feeling there at all. Except that of course whenever I think of Beckey's mother, I feel guilty. I guess Moms can cause guilt trips no matter when or where you think of them. But it is also related to my feeling at the time that I had a hand in directly taking one of her other children from her... and myself as well... we didn't have many years together, but she didn't die young, I ran away. :( She sends to me about how overjoyed she was and how precious I was to her when I was born. I see my face as a tiny infant, being held right after being born, that mother-child connection. :( Before that life, there was a mother to the mentally challenged incarnation I had, who would let me play with pincushions and pins as it kept me busy for long periods of time; I felt safe and pleasant with her. I also remember her presence behind me as I gazed for long periods of time at a lit oil lamp. In my current lifetime, my mother let me play with pincushions and pins as a toddler, as I was always safe with them and I loved the little push it took to get the pin through the cloth. The only time this was a problem was one time when I stuck some pins in her bed. :P I have always loved pincushions with pins. I don't know if my Out-West incarnation's mother died young, or before he left the house or whatever. I have no memory of that. This is much easier to talk about than Beckey's mother. She did not die young, yet I feel so bad about the whole thing.

My mother this time around is an everyone's-mom kind of mother, responding to any person in distress, always with an open door. I can be difficult to deal with as being held does not appeal to me much of the time, and I can't agree with her on many topics, so she gets disapproving of me. But she loves me. We do spend time together often, and I feel supported in many ways even if she doesn't want to hear about what's most important to me (I believe this is because it would just be too much for her to handle-- she's very sensitive) and she has different priorities and can be hurtful (as can I). She and my father this time around were pretty well-equipped to handle me and my siblings. I can be bitter and difficult. I want to be a little more open, but it's hard to do so in a very forgiving manner. Makes me feel too vulnerable; I fear people so that's a problem. But I think that she took dibs on me. Like she'd take dibs on that cute little soul as her first kid this time around. Since I came from Ohio and she from Wisconsin, we were part of a group coming back to the Midwest this time (although I was born in Washington, D.C.). Both the past incarnation of hers and her current one were born in Wisconsin. My mother this time was Bunny Berigan in the past life relevant to this that I know of (I'm sure there are more, important lives as well, things that have developed her soul). She herself does not confirm or deny this.

This being a difficult topic doesn't keep me quiet for long, apparently. These are interesting stories you all are posting, so many of them full of such loss, both in this life and other lives. Mothers really touch a key part of our selves, bad or good. I hope everyone can come to healthy loving resolution with mothers and children in their lives past and present, whether the children or mothers are in their lives or not. Gina and others, it is a blessing to us when you share your losses and experiences with us.
 
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