It's Mother's day, I'm 33 years old, and it's still not perfect. It's not the adorable mother-daughter-best-friend-talk-on-the-phone-everyday, nor is it the cool confidence of detached with love. I thought I would have it handled by now. But as I sit here reflecting on my relationship with my mother, my failings, my frustration, I am realizing the obvious; I am not alone. I have read several articles over the past few days written by daughters of alcoholics and of mothers suffering from mental illness, and it gave me comfort. So I thought I would share something from my mother-daughter story. I dug up a letter I wrote a few years ago when I was working on an amends for my mother. I never gave her this letter, but the exercise was powerful. Reading it again, I am reminded of my commitment to being different, as well as my ability to love and forgive. It brought me back to the spirit of my amends work. I am sharing it here, maybe some people can relate. Either way, much love to all the mothers, and daughters, and sons.
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