A daughter and a mother

A few days ago I posted a very, very personal log, in which I was telling a bit about the relationship with my mother. It still hurts, being and living my life apart from hers. She does belong to my life, just as every mother should belong to her children’s life.

Without wanting to point out an accusing finger to my old, venerable mother, I simply needed to tell the facts that turned me into the one who I am, and how I realised that no one has the right to be deserted and that everyone deserves to be loved.

The world has so many deserted children. Sometimes I feel one of them. And I felt the need to prevent my son of being hurt like I was in my life. And I felt the need to prevent others from feeling alone, from feeling deserted and from feeling so immense rejected as a person.

MoederDochterMy mother deserves to be loved. My mother deserves to be cherished. My mother deserves the people around her she needs. And regrettably, I am not one of them. The relationship between us was one of ongoing, never ending struggles, taking inexpressible much energy away from both of us. There was no way of even understanding each other for a single day. I was hurting her, and she was hurting me. My needs did not reconcile hers… Her needs did not match with the things in life I was able to give to her. There simply was no other way of surviving all the arduous differences between us than living my life apart from her. However, every day, I send her my love. And every day I hope she does not feel alone. I hope she feels loved, cherished and cared for. Like my dear father did when he was still alive, loving her, caring for her, cherishing her like no other creature could be capable of. He really was a guardian angel. And I feel he still is.

It is sad, but it gave me a life lesson, being left alone in that hospital bed, with my newborn son next to me while my body was giving up living. It explained me about life, about love, about the right to exist of all creatures on this earth. It changed me forever. But in the meantime, I felt a childish need to be loved. I felt the need to be saved. I felt the need to be comforted. By my mother. And she obviously did not understand what happened in my soul when she walked away without fulfilling my desperate needs…

Sometimes a person you meet in life, takes away your energy. The two souls of you simply do not match. In many ways, there is no one to blame. It simply does not work between the two of you. You have the right to live your own life, another person has exactly the same right of living his or hers. Your roads are going in a different direction and sometimes you just have to deal with it.
Sometimes you just have to let go…
But promise me, in case of going your separate ways, love each other and respect each other. Every one deserves to be loved. This can also be done from a distance. Even when you are not there. And if you have the feeling there is no place for love, please don’t feel to presumptuous to show at least your respect.

This life lesson made The Goose*. As a Goose, I hope to help other creatures. In making their life beautiful. In making the life of others beautiful. To tell people it is ok to be weak. It is ok to feel sadness. It is ok to cry. I want to show them life is ok. Life can be loved. Life can be lived. By loving, by comforting each other and by listening to each other. By taking real care of each other. By taking care of the world around us.

Beautiful Life. Mooi Leven, by Hans de Gans.

Lots of love,

Hans de Gans ♥

“The Goose”


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7 thoughts on “A daughter and a mother

  1. Although my story is different, I chose to cut of my mother from my life, I completely resonate with this post.
    Thank you for being vulnerable enough to open yourself up, here so exposed, since I know it will help a lot of other (lost) beautiful souls.
    XxX
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    1. It was so difficult to share this story. As, as ‘The Goose’ I want to offer all creatures my respect and my love and I hate to tell ‘one sided stories’. But also as a Goose, I keep on telling people not to lose themselves in feeling sorry for other people. And that is what I did until this week. But again, all the respect to my mother. She deserves to be loved. And I hope she will be as happy as she can. And I feel sorry not being able to be the one that gives her what she needs. I hope my post helps and heals others, creatures like you, like me. I hope it also supports the mothers who are left by their children. It is a difficult situation, from both sides… There are no winners here….just tears.
      Love xxxxxx

    1. Dank je Heb ook lang getwijfeld of ik het zou posten omdat het zo persoonlijk is en ik niemand wil kwetsen of beschuldigen. Maar is zo’n basis voor heel veel wat ik schrijf en ik heb er veel verdriet van. Zou graag anderen mee willen geven hoe je dingen liefdevol kunt aanpakken. Dus toch maar wel gepost. Maar dit is vooreerst wel de laatste

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