posted on Nov, 24 2010 @ 02:57 PM
As a child, I was anything *but* unconditionally loved. My father died while I was still a young teenager, but my mother has, over the years,
realised that her way then benefited no one.
My own children though...I have to say that do love them unconditionally and I say that with no reservation nor hesitation whatsoever. That's not to
say that I think they can do no wrong or that they are the most beautiful or the cleverest or in some other way semi-divine. But I am able to accept
them for exactly who they are, to encourage that person to shine out and show that beauty to everyone around them. I don't want to mold them into
someone else, into a mini-me or into the next because they are already just so fantastically *who they are* that there is no improvement needed -
If only I could feel that way about myself. I know it comes from the harsh judgments, the harsh words, the harsh punishments for below-acceptable
grades or for otherwise not performing to the standards of my perfectionist parents. But I am working on it and at the same time - and this is easy
to add while you do this for yourself, btw - is to look around you and know that everyone else is the very best who they are too. Every day, we walk
around in our skin trying to be better than we are, which is really just trying to fix something that's not broken. It's what Michael Jackson did
to his fact to reflect how he felt inside. That's how mortifying it is to be loved *conditionally*.
Ask yourself: Who are you to judge? You are perfectly you. Everyone else is as perfectly who they are. Distortions occur when we succumb to fear.
Lack of love is a painful thing. Do not perpetuate it.