“Thanks for not yelling at me too much this past year and hopefully it will be even less in the year to come”, is written in one of my Mother’s Day cards.
I felt great pleasure in knowing that my child acknowledges my improvements and believes that I can improve more again next year.
As a mother who wasn’t able to control my rage this is a huge sign of healing, for my targets are feeling less hits, and the volatile pressure has lessened according to them.
The legacy has begun to weaken, the link of dysfunction is unraveling, the image of normal is arising, while the destruction has dropped.
I felt much sadness both for the child and the parent as I absorbed this information.
I wept for the helplessness of both, for I had been on both sides, neither is a winner.
It is a rare event for a broken mother to heal, for a broken mother to see her brokenness and to bare witness to the cost of her wound upon her child.
The broken mother’s suffering lands upon the life of the child, and it seems the more we hurt the more we hurt!
The cycle goes around and around until someone gets out of the way.
In my case I had to walk away. And in walking away, I was able to see my own brokenness.
Now I am able to see where the cracks are mending, where I am becoming a better mother, with the potential of becoming an even better one up ahead.
What a great Mother’s Day for a broken mom, to be shown examples of healing, like getting a report card with improvement noted; “Learning to play well with others!”
I M Perfect lady 