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Thank you, Cheryl. So appreciate you writing these words. Mother's Day is so complicated for so many. Sadly, my mom was killed tragically in a hotel fire when she was only 56 (and I was 22) and her mother fell down a flight of stairs, and died at 52. My heart goes out to those who lost moms when they were far too young and far too old. My heart goes out to those who bore the most tragic loss of all, losing a child. My heart goes out to those who desperately wanted their own children, but were unable. My heart goes out to those who suffered challenging relationships with their mothers or never sadly never received love from them. I could go on.....but filled with gratitude for you and the space you create for all of us.

What I most love about this...is it shifted me from my mother (who was wise & wonderful & I lost a year ago).... to my daughter. These lines above are asking me "which of these phrases resonate for my 25 yr old daughter today?" "Which of them will resonate for her when I'm gone?" This is here and now ....and there's so much power for me in that.

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There are so many kinds of mother. The mothers you cherish and celebrate. The mothers who were never really there. The mothers who broke you. Who built you. The mothers who cheered you on. Who chipped away at you until you were dust. The mothers who reveled in your astonishing intelligence and grace and power. Who saw only their own light. The mothers who died painfully young. The mothers who lived so long you felt yourself disintegrating with them. Petal by wilted petal. The mothers who shined. Who dimmed. Who did their best. Who disappointed. Who redeemed themselves. Who accepted your redemption. Who zigged and zagged. The mothers who were a beacon. The mothers you never knew. The mothers who sewed themselves into the quilt you became. The mothers who couldn\u2019t bear to tell the truth. The mothers who were brave. The mothers who didn\u2019t know who they were without you. Who never saw you no matter how wildly you waved. The mothers who grieved you. Who believed in you. The mothers you call. The mothers you no longer speak to. The mothers you take for granted. Or treasure. The dead mothers. The mothers you have to search for and carry. The mothers you find in people who are not your mother. The mothers like a limb. The mothers like a mirror. The mothers like a flame. The mothers you wish. The mothers you love. The mothers you ache. The mothers you echo. The mothers you aren\u2019t. The mothers you wanted to be. The mothers you became. I am thinking of you. I am holding you all.

I've been reading your column for the past four years and have really found refuge and inspiration in your words; I have never found the courage to submit a piece to you until now. Much has changed in the last four years. I went from being engaged to now single, but I feel like I've escaped unscathed for the most part and learned a lot about myself in the process.

I harbor a lot of pain; most of it stems from my childhood. My parents split when I was very young, too young for me to even know who my mother was. I grew up with a workaholic father who is never around and overbearing grandparents. I felt at a very young age that nothing I did was ever going to be enough for my family. I was raised in an environment where a child is loved by how much he/she can accomplish and not just being who she is. I still held on to a lot of those resentments and have found no real way of making peace with it or myself. I feel extremely lonely and long for a family that loves me for me but know deep down that's never going to happen because it has been 11 years since I spoke with my father. I think I have a very idealized version of how a family should be and when I'm confronted with the reality of my own, my dreams become shattered and I'm pulled into the resentment again. I feel like I'm constantly running away from that feeling so I don't feel so hopeless.

As to your longing for a family, and your feelings of loneliness and vulnerability: Thank you for rendering this as faithfully and carefully as you have. To have never known your mother must leave a strange loneliness indeed. I am also motherless. But I did have a mother for a long time, especially when I was young. Now I am pained from time to time when the image of her will appear.

In a certain way, now that my own mother is gone, I recoup the feeling of having a mother in the presence of my wife's mother. So that is an idea for you: To find the mothering archetype, or the essence of mother. But of course it is different if you did not have a mother to begin with. That might make it harder to locate the essential psychological relationship and then duplicate it. But not impossible. It is within you, I daresay. I daresay you contain within you a vibrant archetype of your mother. Speak to your mother. Address her. Invite her.

Now that I think about it, that word "reflecting" has significance. Because one of the things about having a mother that is so nice is that she reflects us back to ourselves, and so helps us learn how our being is seen. So if you did not have a mother, you may want to have some catch-up work, like with a therapist who can put you in touch with some of the experiences that we typically have with a mother. You might find this in a variety of other ways. You might find it through intense experience of nature, for instance. You might find it by meeting people of similar background, or by traveling and having surprising experiences.

It is secret. This unutterable task before you is secret and unique to you. No one knows precisely what mothering you need now. Nor can anyone know what we would have been like had we been cuddled the way we needed to be cuddled when we needed to be cuddled. It is secret. It is hidden even from us. But it can be worked out when it is felt. It can be felt through experiences in groups, or through talking with a skilled guide, or possibly also by fishing on the surface of a clear and cold lake high in the mountains. Whatever. There are many ways. The key thing is that behind uncomfortable feelings is often a precise command. If you can sit with these uncomfortable feelings and learn to hear them, you will eventually hear a command, or suggestion. And then the key is to have the courage to follow it. It may say to go visit your brother. It may say to buy a ukulele.

The key is to live as a secret visionary -- that is, to take these things seriously. You may not want to tell anyone else. You don't have to wear purple and become a sudden wild-eyed saint. But live your inner life with some courage; be to your inner life like a fierce protective mother.

But, I never knew the mother inside the box I had just opened. I had never met the woman who kept a folder of worn "bucket list" clippings torn from Family Circle. Thumbing through them, I felt like I was imposing on the stolen hours she had embraced while reading her favorite magazine.

Back in the day, women pregnant out of wedlock brought great shame to their family name. Cathee never really cared about what other people thought of her. I have one photo of her/I together that I treasure deeply. We bonded as Mother & Daughter from that point on. Cathee was still attending High School classes in Minneapolis. I was told she was a very good student and excelled in English and Art.

Though I am not 100% sure, I have been told that Cathee was struggling with the idea of adoption. I believe deep down, she knew that she was not able to provide the things I needed as a young teen Mother. After I was born, that idea went out the window, and I came home to live with Cathee. I spent my first 11 months with her.

I can only imagine her emptiness inside after being betrayed by her own Mother.

She was never able to give me a last hug or kisses goodbye. I was literally ripped out of her arms and she never had the chance to look back or say goodbye. No embrace like Moms often do when they are off to work, or plan to come back home, in a short while.

To this day I still feel day feel the imprint she left when we were separated. I will never know how deeply this effected Cathee? I have spent the rest of my life curious about my birth parents and what the circumstances could be, as to why my family let go of my hand.

Antonio was well known in the Fashion/Modeling world. Antonio knew that Cathee would make a fabulous model, but she would have to graduate from Hope High school first. Antonio had discussed with Aunt Hazel & Uncle George for Cathee to move to NYC and move in with him and his partner Juan. Antonio could see that she would become an up and coming Fashion Model. Cathee quickly began modeling for Harpers Bazaar, Vogue, Elle & Brides magazine under the mentor of Antonio/Juan.

I started my search for any family member when I turned 18 years old. The State that I live in (Minnesota) is a Sealed Records State. This means that birth records will never be unsealed. I was finally located at the age of 40. I had waited for 22 years for someone, anyone to find me. I went to work on the Monday before Thanksgiving in 2002. I had thought it was going to be just another Monday Morning; I was scheduled to give training on our new hiring software to my peers. I took off my coat and listened to my voice mails. I was hit by a ton of bricks and immediately felt my strength to stand up was weakened.

I hope that she is able to see the beautiful successful woman that I have become. I hope that she sees both of my beautiful girls. I have always told myself, if and when I ever get to heaven, I am going to walk right past my Grandmother. An embrace will never happen.

Author of "Cricket, Secret Child of a Sixties Supermodel" A memoir of her adoption journey. A lifelong resident of Minneapolis, Minnesota, Susan "Cricket" Fedorko (Grand Portage Band of Chippewa - Oijbwe) has contributed her writing to two anthologies on the subject of being adopted and has done numerous media interviews. This new memoir details her astonishing 22-year search for answers and describes touching reunions with both of her birth-families in two Minnesota tribal nations. Her Chippewa - Oijbwe, birthmother, a famous supermodel, died in 1997, a short distance from Susan's current home. 006ab0faaa