When Generational Trauma Molds Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mom’s who are struggling.

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I’m not a Mother, but I am a Son, Brother, friend and Uncle. The majority of the time, I don’t feel like I am doing a great job at what label I am to those in my life, actually, most the time I feel like a complete failure. I let them down, I upset them, I fall short of expectations, I don’t always mean what I say, but I am terrified to say what I mean. I make promises I don’t keep. I go silent when I should speak.

There are times I look at everything my Mom has done wrong, and very little what she has done right. I look for character flaw she carries, all while ignoring the loving qualities she does. No person is perfect, and that includes all Mom’s out there. One of the toughest jobs in the business in my opinion. Generally they are there supporting you through all the heart ache, bad choices, miserable decisions, life events, scrapped knees, hard days, good days, etc.

Being a Mom doesn’t come with a blueprint on how to do it right. Many Mom’s fly by the seat of their pants while navigating a choice they had no idea came with such responsibility. But they are learning as you are growing.

This writing is to the Mom’s who have lost, or are lost