{"id":47038,"date":"2018-05-13T07:03:12","date_gmt":"2018-05-13T12:03:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=47038"},"modified":"2018-05-13T07:19:11","modified_gmt":"2018-05-13T12:19:11","slug":"my-mother-was-a-saint-not-all-mothers-are","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/my-mother-was-a-saint-not-all-mothers-are\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mother was a Saint, Not all Mothers Are"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Ok, so my Mother wasn’t a saint but she WAS a very fun loving and caring and playful best kind of mom there was. Not everyone is as lucky, as I discover in my reading practice as maybe 20 people a week tell me their mom story.\u00a0 This is for them.<\/strong>\u00a0<\/em><\/span>Not everyone grew up with a loving mother\/child experience. Some tiptoed thru the shadows, some had to raise themselves, protect their siblings from a mother who never anticipated how much loss of freedom motherhood would entail. They had no idea how much their life would change. They had no idea how ill-equiped they would be when it did and no idea how much it would feel like a prison sentence. Bless these mothers for doing what they felt they had to do to get thru what must have been a very difficult life. It made you stronger and taught you independence. Thank the Universe for showing you how powerful you were in overcoming such a mother\/child experience with as much presence of mind as you have.<\/span><\/p>\n

And for those who grew up with abusive mothers, and into whose care she’s fallen in her elder years, know this: Even as her seemingly selfish hateful comments continue even into dementia, she’s simply a troubled person who doesn’t understand the physical and mental changes she’s going thru and she’s afraid of death, if she’s even aware enough to know we’re all dying. <\/span><\/p>\n

In the end, only kindness matters.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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