Posted in Mother to Crone, Retirement, Round Two, Teens

50 Dayz

Kelly Salasin, 2017

There were 50 days between me and the Motherhood archetype, when my youngest made this accusation:

“Mom, why do you keep running away from us?”

“I’m not running away,” I said, about the increasingly frequent day trips I was taking to the sea, close to 200 miles away. “I’m returning–to the Mother.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“I need a mother right now,” I said, “And I was born at the sea so that’s where I find her.”

He nodded his head, “That makes sense,” he said, shifting from child to scientist: “We all began in the sea.”

“And maybe I am running away a little bit,” I said. “But not from you. Toward me.”