I didn’t like my mother very much. I always felt I was a foreigner in my single mother family. I didn’t “match”. I was labelled what was then called a “difficult child”. But she was not a good mother in my fatherless world and we were financially very poor. I had an older sister, too much older to be my “mate”, who was my mother’s mate, not mine.
The bad relationship with my mother was rectified by me, as an adult, doing a thought excercise daily, a kind of meditation I did every night as I fell asleep. It took me months.
In this healing contemplation, I was to remember right back to my earliest memories and re-asses the situation our little family was in, then, through my adult eyes. I was to ask my parents WHY they did what they did, as if they were standing there in front of me. After the question WHY, I was to wait for an answer, an explanation, a reason, to develop in my mind that might explain their actions. (Or single action after their divorce)
The upshot of my healing regime was extraordinary. At every challenge to my imaginary younger parents, and eventually only mother, some kind of understanding revealed itself to me. I could forgive them (her) for my hurts because the reasons why they did what they did became clear.
I discovered that in every situation my parents were trying their best to grapple with life, to consider the children, to deal with poverty, lack and problems and overcome difficulties.
They were doing their best. They loved their children.
She was doing her best. She loved her children.
Most mothers are doing their best, have done their best, in a difficult situation called Life. Most mothers love their children – unconditionally.
I think that’s worth thanking them for.