A Not So Motherly Mother’s Day… It’s OK

Now that the dust has settled, it’s time we just dig a little deeper into this National Holiday: Mother’s Day. Since I was a child, I never really put too much thought into Mother’s Day. I just thought it was a Sunday in May to honor all Mother’s, and celebrate women for their sacrifices and their motherly instincts and just to say thank you to all the Mama’s!

One of my recent discoveries as an awakened empath is my ability to sense energies across the planet. While this holiday is usually flowers and joy, this year was different. Frankly, there aren’t any “holidays” in higher dimensions, everyday is a celebration. But, since we’re still in the midst of a cosmic shift across the planet, I’m able to see things from a new perspective.

So, l’m writing this post as a dedication to all of the children on the planet that were a bit uneasy this past Mother’s Day. I’m gonna keep it a buck: Happy Mindful Mother’s Day!

I’d like to acknowledge the not so motherly Mother’s out there, that have caused and endured so much pain on generations of children, even up until this day. We are unlocking generational trauma, and some of us are even experiencing emotions from our Mother’s Mother’s Mother– family secrets, dark pasts, sacrificial offerings, all the things unknown became very, very clear to me. It reminds me of the Mother from the film Precious. She was the worst. But in many families, especially black American families, these characteristics are normalized! WOW. We’ve been enduring a lot of tom foolery over the past generations and it’s time to let that shit go and reset the entire trajectory of our unborn children, and the children coming to Earth, right now.

Mo’Nique as Mary in Precious (2009)

The media loves to reinforce these controlling images of “toxic motherhood.”

There’s even a show on Amazon called Undone, that really shed light on how trauma is passed down to us, from our Mother’s womb. Now that the Sun is here, the light is showing us what has been done in the shadows, for generations.

So essentially, whatever pain she endured our souls travel through her birth canal whether we know what’s on the other side or not. This is the mystery of life, the unknown journey is where all the magic happens.

This blog post is dedicated to all mothers. All kinds of mothers, because we see you boo!

Happy Not So Motherly Mother’s Day to You!

To the single by choice mothers, married single mothers, absent mothers, active mothers, mothers that abandoned their children, mothers that uphold the fuc* them kids ethos, mothers that birthed children to trap these niggas, mothers who wanted to be mothers, mothers who didn’t want to be mothers, trifling mothers, unloving mothers, narcissistic mothers, parasitic mothers, toxic mothers, loving mothers, mothers in emotionally incest relationships with their children.

Me, myself, and I. And nobody else should ever dare to steal the spotlight. 

This is what a narcissistic mother is essentially about. 


Yo mama, yo mama’s mama, yo daddy’s mama, yo aunt that acted like yo mama, your oldest sister that practically raised you because your actual mama wasn’t in the mood, your spouse that filled in the gaps that yo mama refused to fill, yo mama that ran away, yo mama that got locked up, yo mama that let that man touch on you and didn’t protect you as a little girl, yo mama that chose a man over you, so you held a grudge against her until she met her grave. Yeah, thanks mama.

To The Motherless Child

To the Motherless Child, to Mama’s that hid their children, to the mama’s that didn’t have the children, to the Mama’s that went to clinics, to the Mama’s that aborted soul mission’s to Earth. To the Mama’s that don’t have time, to the pet moms, fur moms, plant moms, house moms, moms on drugs, moms seeking attention, moms in the church, wearing those crooked smiles to hide the pain and suffering she endures nightly as the perfect little Pastor’s Wife, to the Mom that bought her child’s affection, to the Mom’s at brunch every weekend, even though the kids didn’t get any breakfast that day.

To the Mother’s under demonic possession, yikes, we see both of you.

To the Mom’s that put their kids up for adoption. To the mother’s that never met their children. To the womb donors. To the females that had children. To the women that hate their children, and do whatever they can to ensure their children never succeed in life. To the mother’s that smother their children to the point where they find themselves in arrested development and can’t mentally get past the mindset of elementary school.

To the mother’s that talk down on their daughters and do everything in their power to keep their daughters single and miserable, because that’s the life she lived, helloo!!! We see you boo. Just trifling!

To the mother’s that sent the kids off to somewhere else, for some very important reason. To the mother’s that neglect their children, that don’t comb their hair, that don’t feed their children, that don’t clothe their children, that don’t watch their children, to those that force children into adulthood at an early age, to the mother’s that exposed their children to adverse childhood experiences, to the mother’s that traumatized their children, happy Mother’s day, boo.

To the mothers that need more money in child support, even though the father’s are present and financially providing for all of their children, not by force, but just doing what’s natural to them as father’s. To the mothers that ran out on the plug. To the mothers that collect checks off the backs of their children, and spend it all on themselves, not their children.

Girl, go get your hair did, right? Don’t forget about the mom’s that tell you to mind your business because “that’s my kid and I’ll treat them however I want!”

To The Fear-Based Mother’s

A mother’s love? More like a Mother’s FEAR! To the Mother’s that used fear to control you, to the mother’s that gave you something to cry about, to the Mother’s that never had McDonald’s money. To the mother’s that don’t even HAVE kids, but they find themselves raising babies because you’re apart of the village and even though you’re only 15, you have to be responsible for someone else’s kid because that’s just how the ugly generational curses work.

To the Mother’s that will take you out of this world, because they brought you in it. Ummmm.

Now I could go on and on, but I think you get my drift. Although we assume Mother’s Day is a one size fits all, all mother’s matter type of holiday, I am here to wake it up!

The divine feminine nature or Mother Earth, our true Mother, is here to un-do all the harmful, toxic, unloving mental mind control programs that have been forced upon us in the Age of Pisces.

I am a child of one of these types of Mothers, and I’m here to be the voice for those that have a hard time dealing with Mother’s Day. Listen, a lot of these women are unhealed, hate-filled women that decided to have children.. that’s it.

You are not alone. Your story matters and the pain and suffering you endured is how you got to where you are today!

I know it’s hard to see the light in the midst of darkness, but trust me when I say, you are exactly where you’re supposed to be. It wasn’t your fault. Generational trauma ends with you.

It Gets Better With Time

Our ancestors have returned to let you know that everything is going to be OK. They want to let you know that you don’t have to be the victim, you can be the victor. The winner, the one who raised their vibration and decided to live a good life.

Whatever “it” was that made you feel so down about Mother’s Day, that was your Mother’s life, not yours.

You have the pen and you can write your own story. You don’t have to follow in your Mother’s footsteps, you can pave your own way.

Healing is the only way to true freedom and living a life of abundance, the way GOD intended for you to!

That’s what I did, and I am getting better every day. We gone be aight.

But like I said: Happy Mother’s Day, or whatever.

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Author: Goddess Giselle

Welcome to My World of Imagination! I’m Giselle, also known as Goddess Giselle. I’m the Founder and Creator of Giselle Avenue - a space in the metaverse to fully express myself. When I'm not creating here on the Ave. I'm spending time with my loving Husband, Corderius and our long-haired 5 year-old, gray cat -- Mister Sidney. Thank you for traveling, be sure to stop by every page here on the site!

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