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Thoughts on a Mother’s Life

Posted in: Blog- May 20, 2012 1 Comment

I didn’t know Mary Richardson Kennedy, but I’d met her several times. And before I’d met her, I’d heard of her. At the time, I was married and drawn into a group of women, mainly Hollywood wives, who’d formed an environmental lobby. They spoke of her in terms designated for saints. She was a striking beauty, generous of spirit, vivacious, an intellect, a wonderful mother. Her husband, a veteran speaker (his shirtsleeves always turned up just so, at the elbow) spoke of his activist wife and his many children and the family van – their lives carefree, enviable. I finally met Mary at the kind of party where bulbs flash every few seconds and the famous faces outnumber the civilians (me) and in a sea of glitter, she, without makeup and hair extensions, outshone the rest. She just seemed so…together. Fierce, gorgeous, a rosy picture of healthful living. What was I? A mere observer, an outsider. Irish roots, sure, but I was no Kennedy.

In the ensuing years, I’d heard of Mrs. Kennedy’s troubles, marital and otherwise. I didn’t pay a lot of attention, and never connected the dots to my own life. I was up to my own changes, herding my rambunctious boys instead of hobnobbing with movie stars and still-wives. But there were more of us now, women entering our 40’s, who were experiencing the kind of life changes that seem never to end, but only to morph.

Mary, the woman I’d heard about, read about and talked with had been everything I aspired to, and not because of her husband’s name. But, finally, the doting mother, the caring volunteer, the environmental architect – the woman who had it all, hung herself. Depression, I’ve heard, is anger turned inward. I want to say this to women – especially to mothers who’ve lost themselves. Bad marriage, bad divorce, raising imperfect children and being an imperfect parent. Be angry instead of depressed. Be vocal instead of quiet. Be yourself. Be crazy without going crazy and for God’s sake stop punishing yourselves. I’ve been glanced by depression (mine looks more like hyperactivity, hypervigilance), I’ve seen it in my family, in our women. Her death feels unacceptable, yet I understand. Christmas card memories are haunting. Four kids, far away. I hate that one of us died alone.

Xo, g

One Response to “Thoughts on a Mother’s Life”

  1. Reply Kristy Campbell says:

    I too was deeply affected by Mary’s death. I understand as well. Mostly because I’m a twice-divorced mom of 5 who was left completely devastated by divorce. There is nothing more terrifying than facing a now uncertain future where there was once at least a plan. Her story broke my heart because her pain was matched with the smiling, successful photos of her ex-husband…one life gone on. I write for Maria Shriver’s website and am completely obsessed with the transition/transformation of women 40+. “Now what?” is the resounding question, but I agree with you…be angry, be vocal, stop punishing yourself. Your own bounce-back and success inspires a lot of women to just keep going! Look forward to your new book~

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