Maybe you’re a parent who’s also a caretaker. Maybe you’ve become the caretaker of a parent.
Below is a poem from the Sufi Mystic, Hafiz. He lived 1320-1389, about one hundred years after Rumi. Read this poem with Mother’s Day in mind. I’m fortunate to have a mother who embodies this poem 100%. If you don’t feel that way about the set up you had or have, become the sun—become the energy that lights up the whole sky, never demanding back. Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you. With love.
Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens
with a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.