Weaving the brokenness — II


Over the years, I had adjusted to her rejection of me, but when I saw her teach my children not to call her grandmother, and to lie to the people at her apartment about their identity, I snapped. I never tried to

get her to accept us again

after that. I had to accept that she never would.

This was another pattern. When my grandmother received the telegram announcing my birth, she threw it aside saying, “So the brat is born.”

Later, she took me in and raised me, but the feeling that I was living on the edge of societal and familial acceptance settled deep into my bones.

My story is only one such story about this topic-mother-child abandonment. There are many thousands of such stories in the world, people who were abandoned as children.

On my book tour for “Don’t Call Me Mother-Breaking the Chain of Mother-Daughter Abandonment”, people listen with tears

in their eyes as I read about the loss and loneliness that I felt as a child, and they cheer me on as I read how I fought to find myself and create a better life.

When they come to me afterward to tell me how I have told a part of their story, I understand the tears are for their own childhood losses that are being healed by hearing another’s story. It is gratifying to see that I can use the painful parts of my life to give others hope about creating lives of meaning and joy despite deep early wounds.

If you recognize your story in mine, here are a few healing suggestions on healing abandonment.

Create joy and beauty

in your life now. Find the help you need to heal

your wounds. Use visualization, meditation, and prayer to get in touch with the

life you want to live, and

the blessings of your

life. —achieveezine.com (concluded)