I love this photo of me and Mum. The year is 1977 and I am only a few months old. The background exemplifies the 1970s so well. Her face shows a mix of trepidation and happiness. She had my sister during her first marriage and motherhood was interrupted by her postnatal psychosis and she gave up custody to her first husband when they divorced. I was her second chance at motherhood and there is a certain sense of fate in the sense that my sister and I have birthdays that are only one day apart. Motherhood was bumpy for her because of her mental illness and she did the best she could with what she had. Our bond was fractured and forged a hundred times over, but love was always there. She's been gone now for three years and my grief is constantly ebbing and flowing. I'm grateful that I had the time I had with her. Miss you every day Mum. Happy Mother's Day. I am grateful I get to share this day with my beautiful daughter who is the balm that soothes my pain.
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AuthorAmra Pajalić is an award-winning author, an editor and teacher who draws on her Bosnian cultural heritage to write own voices stories for young people, who like her, are searching to mediate their identity and take pride in their diverse culture. She writes memoir, young adult and romance under the pen name Mae Archer. newsletterSign up and receive free books.
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