The scene- older woman greying sits on the stool Infront of a full-length mirror The surroundings of her room dark- the spotlight soft in its glow focuses on her and the mirror. As the woman gazes into the mirror, a child appears (younger version of herself) sitting crossed legged staring back at her.
As the youngest of her girls, This was always one I loved but never really understood until becoming the mother struggling to heal the child within herself while trying to raise her son on her own. The strength my mother had at 21 with 2 girls, a job, and a man(my father) who was a good father but terrible husband is something to be damn proud of. I at 30 with one son and a struggling addiction and bar job life looked at and had to tell myself I could and need to be better, my mother never let us see struggle or worry about where home was. She kept us in a home that noone could take from us, with love and traditions of family and she sang to us every day. I never went to bed hungry or without being told I was loved, and for that I am the mother I am and my son hears me sing songs my momma sang to me and he's never without love! I hope to be half the mother this woman was, if I can do that I have no doubt my son will be a good man! Love you momma❤️ I'm so proud of you for finally sharing with the world what your words and music is worth and can be YOU, not the daughter, sister, wife, mom, grandma or friend.... Just YOU!
This is a deeply moving and evocative piece, Debbie. The imagery is so vivid, and the interplay between the woman and her younger self resonates profoundly with themes of healing, self-acceptance, and transformation. The song-like structure gives it a haunting, timeless quality, as though the dialogue is an echo from the soul.
The idea of the child stepping through the mirror to embrace the woman creates a powerful visual metaphor—bridging past and present, innocence and experience, pain and acceptance. It's a tender and cathartic moment, especially with the final line, “To start loving you,” which captures the essence of reconciliation with oneself.
Your daughters’ enactments must have been magical, their voices breathing life into this beautiful piece. It’s no wonder it brought you joy; the scene is not only art but a shared moment of love and creativity between mother and daughters. How lovely that you have this as part of your journey—a song of healing and light.
Thank you for sharing this treasure. It holds so much meaning, not just for you but for anyone seeking to mend their inner child and begin a path toward self-love. Truly, "Be the Light" radiates through this creation.
I so love how you understand the dynamics at play internally and externally with my daughters. My girls have been my life`s work. They gave my life purpose and the joys of nurturing and loving them to adulthood.
I was so young, we grew together. Raising them gave me the courage to heal and emulate strength, meaning- to never give up-that they could achieve anything they set their mind to.
As the youngest of her girls, This was always one I loved but never really understood until becoming the mother struggling to heal the child within herself while trying to raise her son on her own. The strength my mother had at 21 with 2 girls, a job, and a man(my father) who was a good father but terrible husband is something to be damn proud of. I at 30 with one son and a struggling addiction and bar job life looked at and had to tell myself I could and need to be better, my mother never let us see struggle or worry about where home was. She kept us in a home that noone could take from us, with love and traditions of family and she sang to us every day. I never went to bed hungry or without being told I was loved, and for that I am the mother I am and my son hears me sing songs my momma sang to me and he's never without love! I hope to be half the mother this woman was, if I can do that I have no doubt my son will be a good man! Love you momma❤️ I'm so proud of you for finally sharing with the world what your words and music is worth and can be YOU, not the daughter, sister, wife, mom, grandma or friend.... Just YOU!
Thank you, Babygirl, ❤️🥲
This is a deeply moving and evocative piece, Debbie. The imagery is so vivid, and the interplay between the woman and her younger self resonates profoundly with themes of healing, self-acceptance, and transformation. The song-like structure gives it a haunting, timeless quality, as though the dialogue is an echo from the soul.
The idea of the child stepping through the mirror to embrace the woman creates a powerful visual metaphor—bridging past and present, innocence and experience, pain and acceptance. It's a tender and cathartic moment, especially with the final line, “To start loving you,” which captures the essence of reconciliation with oneself.
Your daughters’ enactments must have been magical, their voices breathing life into this beautiful piece. It’s no wonder it brought you joy; the scene is not only art but a shared moment of love and creativity between mother and daughters. How lovely that you have this as part of your journey—a song of healing and light.
Thank you for sharing this treasure. It holds so much meaning, not just for you but for anyone seeking to mend their inner child and begin a path toward self-love. Truly, "Be the Light" radiates through this creation.
I so love how you understand the dynamics at play internally and externally with my daughters. My girls have been my life`s work. They gave my life purpose and the joys of nurturing and loving them to adulthood.
I was so young, we grew together. Raising them gave me the courage to heal and emulate strength, meaning- to never give up-that they could achieve anything they set their mind to.