My Own Mother…

I moved away 7 years ago… part of that was to run away from pain… wounds that could not possibly heal… I ran away from grief… I ran away from the Grandparents I thought my children would have.

But today… after moving much closer to home I am grateful… Today I am grateful for my Mom.

She as well has wounds and grief that I understand better now… and we have both healed some.

She has come out of oppressive religion… and embraced a confidence that is hers to own.

She has cast away men who did not value her… and I believe she has found herself a gooder this time.

She has shown up when I needed her… When I spent the night with one of my children in the E.R., I did not worry about the other 2… they were with Grandma.

She gave me a break from my craft fair booth last weekend… not because I asked, but because she volunteered.

She is not perfect… but more importantly I have stopped hoping she will be… I have stopped wishing I was adopted by a Caroline Ingalls and fallen in love with my own mother…sarcasm and all.


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1 Response to My Own Mother…

  1. Sara says:

    Love this, Sarah 🙂


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