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Motherless daughters.

My sister and I were raised by my grandmother, who at the time had marital troubles of her own, and by my dad, who had to start from scratch after divorcing my mother, much to his regret.

My father had to be both parents to us, and learn how to rear two daughters. He read books about raising children, as most parents do, although now you can do all this research online. However, there are no real rules that apply to child rearing, beyond the basics. It was not easy for any of us.

You may become a motherless daughter or son through death, through divorce or abandonment, but the scarring of this event takes place at a very early age and runs deep.

How loss of a mother affects children

Loss of a mother can affect a child’s development, as Hope Edelman, author of “Motherless Daughters,” told The New York Times in 1994:

‘I can tell you, based on both personal experience and interviews with hundreds of motherless American women, that losing a mother at an early age is one of the most stressful life events a person can face. It completely rips apart the fabric of a child’s life.

If a son or daughter who loses a mother never receives adequate substitute mothering, the loss can do long-term damage to his or her self-esteem, ability to relate to other people, overall feelings of security and ability to trust others.’

Motherless daughters are left with a void, an empty space which stays within them through life. Some suffer the loss throughout their lives more acutely while others make up for the loss by finding a substitute mother or mothers as I did. I’ve been very lucky.

But that’s life. We all have to make do with what we have and we all keep swimming to shore with all our losses.

3 thoughts on “Motherless daughters.

  1. sbaumann342

    I also read the very inspiring book you mention, and no matter what age you were when you lost your mother, it seems that for daughters is an irreplaceable relationship. I was 14 months old when my mom died in a fire. My sister, 6, and I were raised by two single sisters on my dad’s side, and they became our mother-figures. I always used to think I was lucky I had two instead of one. Only when I became a mom I realized how much I missed my mother…

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