Twice Motherless: Adopted by The Morrigan 2


On a cold night in December, 1970, a barely 18-year-old girl was dropped off at an unwed mother’s clinic just over the state line from where she lived. Her father watched her get out of the car and then drove away.

She was in labor, and nobody other than her parents knew it. Nobody – even the baby’s father – so much as knew she was pregnant. She had hidden her pregnancy from even her parents for as long as possible, afraid her Baptist Deacon father would force her to have an abortion.

She had a baby girl that night, all alone, surrounded by strangers. She was allowed to hold the baby for about an hour before surrendering her to Social Services to be placed for adoption. She later said it was like giving away a piece of her heart, and she just knew the baby would grow up to hate her. But as an unwed, high school dropout in a tiny town in North Carolina… well how could she possibly raise a child?

Surely Social Services would find her daughter a better home than she could provide.

I tracked her down and spoke to her to get the above story when I was in my 20’s. At first, she said she wanted to meet me but that she had to keep it a secret from her husband. She’d never told him. We agreed that she’d call me when he left for an upcoming hunting trip.

And I never heard from her again.

For the first time, I felt rejected by her. Abandoned. Unwanted. One thing my adoptive parents had handled well was being open about my adoption. The framed it as the ultimate act of love by a mother who knew she couldn’t take care of her baby. So I’d always believed if I tracked her down as an adult, I’d get to have a relationship with her.

Wrong. Mother #1 out.

The People Who “Chose” Me

At seven weeks old, I was placed into the hands of my new adoptive parents. Yes, the ones You’ve read about so much on this blog. Were they better than an 18 year old high school dropout with no opportunities? We’ll never know.

What we do know is that they were hoping a baby would fix their marriage. But you can’t fix codependence between an alcoholic narcissist and his enabler. No matter how cute of a baby you are. And every baby’s cuteness wears off eventually.

If you’re new here, the nutshell version is that after a lifetime of verbal abuse, they finally went too far just about this time last year. I cut them out of my life.

That’s Mother #2, out of my life for good.

Morrigan as Mother

So how does the Morrigan fit into all of this? She’s not exactly known for being maternal – at least not in the hugs-and tickles, milk-and-cookies comfort way.

She’s more of a throw you into the pool on the deep end to teach you how to swim kind of maternal. But what you may not realize as you’re thrashing around, trying not to drown, is that She’s there with you, just out of sight. She knew you could handle this or She wouldn’t have tossed you in… but She’s there, just in case.

And let me tell ya… woe betide anyone who tries to harm one of Her children. Not only are most of the things she puts you through meant to make you pretty damn invincible – I’ve grown backbone in places I didn’t know it could grow over the last year – but She has a way of making people regret fucking with you. Which is pretty darn awesome to observe.

So… while you may read a lot about how “The Morrigan is not a Mother Goddess” – and that is absolutely true – She’s the best Mother I’ve ever had.

Hail to the Great Queen!


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2 thoughts on “Twice Motherless: Adopted by The Morrigan

  • DragonflyBlue

    I’ve had similar experiences although not the same. I was adopted by my parents and my mother was the one who was mentally and verbally abusive. My dad was pretty much the enabler. I’ve recently started on my pagan path after years of indoctrination from my religious mother who used the Bible to judge everyone including me. I’ve wanted to connect with a deity and i have felt like a moon deity (possibly Luna?) Has been calling me, or i feel very drawn to her. I feel a strong comforting presence from her and i feel so at peace when looking at the moon. But whenever i think of reaching out my old fears come back and i stop. But since leaving my old religion i feel the need to fill that void. I just thought I’d share my own experience, im currently trying to work through this and i have a friend who is also a pagan who has been helping me.

    Tonight is a rare supermoon, maybe i can try again tonight?

    • admin Post author

      I’m glad to have you here, and glad you got out from under that indoctrination. It takes some time to fully chase it out of your brain, so be kind to yourself. 🖤

      There are a lot of different Goddesses associated with the moon – perhaps tonight as you meditate you can ask for a name? If you get one, do some research on that Goddesses lore to see if it matches what you’re feeling. As for me, I still call her Mama Luna, kind of like a grandmother. The more you follow her phases and connect with her, the more you’ll notice how her energy affects you throughout the month. Personally, I’ve moved most of my moon workings to the dark moon instead of the full. Partly because The Morrigan seems more connected to that phase, but also full moon energy has become a bit overwhelming for me. And with a supermoon tonight… yeah I’m just scrolling Facebook and answering comments 🙂

      Blessings on your moon time tonight!