I used the kit from Lynn Grieveson called One Day at a Time. Nothing else.
This challenge triggered me in bad ways but also because my mom has fallen twice since Christmas day and the second time, she broke her pelvic bone in 2 places. Thankfully no surgery is needed, and she was sent to rehabilitation. Also, when it rains it pours, her cat was scheduled for euthanasia today and I was to be the one to hold her. The vet said she isn't long for this world, but she has perked up enough to keep trying. Naturally, my stress level is above the roof.
I made a second page to go with this one to vent out my feelings over my childhood and my mother's conditional love. Lesson learned; love is unconditional. Period. End of story. I love my children no matter what their hair color is, no matter what they weigh, no matter if they are tattooed or not, no matter what they are wearing, no matter if we are arguing because that's life, I love them. I have a way to go with my own self-worth but I'm worth it and I'll get there. On a side note, the word tattooed cracks me up. The more I look at the sillier it seems, and I want a tattoo now.
Oh, trekmom, what difficult journaling to write. My mother also was controlling in many ways (Yes, as an adult I know that she wanted the best for me -- which meant what she thought best). As I grew one of my biggest hurts was that she would not listen to my thoughts and opinions. It caused many somewhat angry exchanges on my part after I was out of the household. But I have forgiven her (dead since 1984) and try to honor her with recalling good memories. It's good to hear that you are doing your best for her while she is still alive (putting aside childhood grievances). As adult children we can finally realize our own worth despite many earlier criticisms.
@flowersgal Thank you. My therapist has no poker face, and I enjoy it when her look tells me "Well, now, that's not normal!" I tend to use humor as my go to defensive mechanism. I am relieved that her cat is still alive, and I didn't have to do that today. She is the only mother I have, and I will never let her down no matter what. Family is family. End of story. I am glad you get it.
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