I was looking through the window of a woman I had never met before. I was washing her dishes, feeling as if I was washing the same amount of cups that she drank from over the years because so many people came to her home when she left to another, better world. She must have been the most beautiful, sincere, and the strongest woman. I know this because you were too, Mom.
Twenty years ago people were washing dishes in our own home. And you know, there’s a book on my shelf turned upside down so that I don’t stare at its title that reminds me each day: I am a motherless daughter.
After you left this world, I left too. Only to seek my own life. I didn’t know where exactly, yet I exactly knew where. It just needed time, but often it translated into a lost soul that really was discovered on that road many years ago when I took my first photograph of a Burmese Mother and became a photojournalist.
Today, I look through my work and I see a pattern: I documented so many mothers! I call them Mothers of the World. I give credit to my subconscious that was always seeking you in each woman I met. And this is how I came about his project.
This website is rather a collection of voices of women who remember their moms. Here, we speak of the moments we didn’t get to have. The moments we’ve had. We aim to answer how we’ve been affected by the loss, and if our roles as daughters have changed. It is about our healing processes and the messages we have for other women.
BIG thank you to incredible women I met who recognized the importance of sharing their personal stories with me, because by doing so, we inspire other women around the world. So, if this projects speaks to you personally, do reach out!
VEDRANA VIDAKOVIC-WEAVER IVANA PETROVIC-SMAJLAGIC CRYSTAL REKER – LIKENS SENKA OMERDIC-BASIC
After you left this world, I left too. Only to seek my own life. But
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