Did you have a perfect mother? I had a good mother; however, I wouldn’t say “perfect”. It is not easy to raise a child born with serious disabilities; especially in the 1960s. The Internet was a long way from being useful and you can forget about manuals. For my mother and father, it was a definite challenge. Yes, we did zigged when we should have zagged!
How about you? It may be that you were not born with physical limitations; however, you have your own set of issues. My mother was not perfect. She had a very sharp tongue and suffered from excessive anxiety. I was the perfect son for her. I hope you’re picking up on the sarcasm.
From my perspective, it was no picnic! My mother was very critical and quick to remind me, of past failures. I grew frustrated with her nagging and I did not know what to do. My only tool was to argue back, at her. Though frustrating, I did love my mother.
Did you notice the past tense used in the above paragraphs? My mother passed away, a couple of weeks ago. Thankfully, I had the opportunity to experience a healed relationship with my mother. I’d like to share how God healed my heart and helped healed my relationship, before it’s too late.Continue reading “No Mother Is Perfect”