So I met mom today, for a cut-and-color session. It was difficult for me, but I could tell that it was even more difficult for her. We were courteous, well behaved, distanced. Strangers.
She looked sad when she left. Small.
I felt like crying.
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Maybe it’s a first step towards healing. She may be giving thought to how she has alienated herself from you.
i know the feeling. But if I try to ignore the past it comes back to me.
I don’t think there is an alternative.
***HUG*** to you
You just need to be patient and opened to her. If both of you take a few steps in the right direction things will have to change.
If you succeed in doing that, I believe you will get close to each other once again.
Thank you guys… you are the best.
You have to start somewhere, and this is a small baby step. *hugs*
It certainly is some small way of the two of you having some sort of contact though.
If this is all it can be, so be it. But I can see it’s sad and difficult for the both of you.
This one Annika ,you have to play by ear and take it one step at a time.
You never know what can happen if the doors are left open just a wee bit…..
Deb
xxoo
From the sound of this post things are improved from your last meeting. It might not be much of an improvement, but it is one small step towards a more civil life with her and your siblings. I really hope that things keep getting better.
Sometimes talking gets in the way. Sometimes you have to touch to communicate at a deeper level. Right now, I would need to pat your back, friend.
I have to admit that I read this as soon as you posted, but something inside of me kept me from commenting right then and there. I dunno…maybe it was the tension that I felt, through you, from the few words you wrote to describe your meeting with your mother. I’ve been there, so I know the feeling. I have to agree though, small baby steps…one at a time.
Unfortunatly, Annika, my mother and I are like this too…related mostly just by blood…seeing each other because we’re supposed to. You are not alone. xoxo