A wish and more

With all the sweet and good messages flying around today for wishes for mothers, I find myself a bit heartsick. And I know I'm not alone.  I didn't have a sweet-loving relationship with a mother, ours was adversarial, confrontational, challenging, battling, and on-going through nearly the last year's of my mom's life.  We finally came to terms because I fought like a demon not to fight, I'd loved my mother deeply but never did meet her expectations and was subject to criticism and ridicule my whole life.  It's easy to understand love-hate relationships when the one person you desire to please sees nothing but flaws, and even goes so far to say that you are hard to love.

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This is not a day for bitterness, it is a day for shaking off sadness, that a mother so wanted her child to be someone else, that she tried to deny everything about her life.  It's truly sad.  And truly amazing that one survived - struggling with life to be sure, but going on with a connection to life that was just a thread but nevertheless, connected.

This message here is for all the daughters who should have been loved for who they are, with all our quirks and nuances we should have been loved by the person who gave us life.  I'm sorry that didn't happen for you and I share with you these words.  Be grateful that you are, that you exist.  For it is what is different in life that makes it interesting.  The special things that stand out from the rest of the pack are what make life more colorful and interesting.  I ask you to embrace your differences - and even your feelings of being unloved.  For however life came for us, we deserve love and blessings and if you have not had them before or felt them before, you will feel them now.  I have not much to give but I can give you those words, you are loved.




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