Where We Were One: A Mother's Day Reflection

 


“If you miss your mother, touch your belly — that is the place where you were once connected to her.”    -- The Flexible Futurist

There’s quiet wisdom in that sentence: a gentle reminder that love leaves traces not only in memory but also in the body — in the very space where life once began.

As Mother’s Day approaches, many of us celebrate with joy through flowers, phone calls, and family meals. However, for others, this day brings a gentle ache. Perhaps your mother is far away, or maybe she’s no longer here. It’s also possible that your relationship was never straightforward. Regardless of your situation, one truth remains: you came from connection.

That connection is genuine. It remains so.

Before you had a name, a voice, or even a thought, your heartbeat pulsed in rhythm with hers. No conversations. No photos. Just a silent understanding and a perfect union. In that sacred beginning, you were never alone.

And so, on this day, if you miss your mother…
Touch your belly.
That was your first home.
That’s where you were one.


💞 A Poem for the Journey Back

       Where We Were One
        by The Flexible Futurist 

      Before the world had spoken your name, 
      You lived where her heartbeat gently came. 
      No words were needed, no cries were heard— 
      Only silence, love, and an unspoken word.

       In that sacred place where life began,
       She held your soul without her hands.
       Through every joy, through every pain,
       That thread of love must endure.

        When the world feels cold or distant,
        And you long to feel just where you are…
        Place your hand where you were spun—
        Your belly. The place where you were one.




🌸 A Thought to Carry with You

Whether you're celebrating with your mother, missing her deeply, or simply reflecting, today carries more significance than mere tradition. It’s about rootedness. In this ever-changing digital world, such grounding is crucial.

Let this be a reminder:
You are loved.
You were carried.
You were once part of another heartbeat.

Pause. 
Breathe. 
And if you feel moved, touch your belly. 
Remember: you came from love.


Happy Mother’s Day 🌷
Cherish the roots that still live in you.
— The Flexible Futurist


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