posted on Jan, 20 2020 @ 03:42 AM
Hey all: I'm bumping this old thread of mine for several reasons. One, events in the current world seem to have become even more violent, than when
I wrote this thread. Two, the person I referred to in the thread has now died. She was my mother. I cared for her for over ten years, intent on
her not living out her old age in a retirement facility. The strange thing is, despite the fact I was hardly her favorite child, it was me she
imparted medical power of attorney to. So, it was me the hospital called when heart failure began and death was imminent, at 2 AM, while they put in
a central line and attempted to rescesitate, and with each pump on her heart, blood spurted from the central line. I got there, saw her eyes glazed
over, the blood spurting, and immediately kneeled at her bedside, took her hand, and asked if she was ready to go. Truthfully, the glaze over her
eyes had me thinking she was already gone. I asked her to squeeze my hand if she could hear me. She squeezed very firmly. I aked her again to
squeeze my hand if she was ready. Again, a firm squeeze. And then, despite all the unresolved conflicts between us, all the pain she had caused in
my life, all the shame she had claimed I foisted upon her just trying to live my life, I told her how well she was loved and how much God had blessed
her.....and how much she had given the people in her life that she had loved, and to let go......
The point I am trying to make is no matter how many times someone figuratively (or even realistically) slaps your cheek, your integrity is about being
a loving, compassionate person as much as possible, while having boundaries and protecting yourself from the next slap. Those "slaps" are about
them, not about you. And I say this, as a daughter who will never have any resolution of conflicts from the person I needed support and acceptance
from, perhaps, the most, in life.
My mother never loved nor accepted me the way I needed or wanted her to, but the end result is.....no matter what, this was her failing, not mine. I
loved her, and did the best I could by her, and in that lies my own integrity as a compassionate human being. And in the end, it made me a better
mother, just knowing what I never got and was able to give to my own child, as a result of that lack and unmet need.
This isn't just intended to be a personal story. It's intended to reinforce the power of acceptance, integrity, compassion, non violence, and most of
all: FORGIVENESS. I hope this story, which is quite hard for me to relate to this day, reaches those who need what they never got. Give that to
yourself, and live with integrity.
Regards,
tetra50