Redefining Maternal Connection or lack thereof
Furthermore, I began to explore the concept of forgiveness towards my mother, not in the sense of condoning past hurts or overlooking significant challenges, but in recognizing her own human limitations. She was a product of her own upbringing, her own experiences, and her own journey. The ways in which she mothered me were, in many respects, the ways she had been mothered, or the ways she had learned to navigate the world and her own emotions. To demand that she fundamentally alter her core way of being, a way that had been so deeply ingrained over decades, was an unreasonable expectation. This perspective shift allowed me to see her with more compassion, to understand the context of her actions, and to release the burden of resentment that had sometimes festered.
The liberation found in releasing the need for a specific type of maternal validation was profound. It meant acknowledging that while my mother's love was a constant, its expression might not always align with my deepest emotional needs. This realization allowed me to stop looking to her as the sole arbiter of my worth or the primary source of my emotional validation. Instead, I began to cultivate that validation from within myself and from other sources in my life. I learned to be my own source of reassurance, to acknowledge my own strengths, to validate my own experiences. This internal shift was empowering, transforming a passive recipient of validation into an active generator of it.
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The Way She Loved Me
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