Kindness: I am not going to put forth a canonized mom, i.e. a gentle soul who never had a bad word to say about anybody. My mom called it as she saw it. And she didn’t always like what she saw. That being said, she had a huge heart. She felt for the suffering of others and taught her children to look out for those who had less and to put in the effort to make others happy. She was a kind soul and taught us to be the same.
Our family: my mom, dad, sister, brother and I, were not always the picture of a happy-go-lucky, harmonious family. We’ve had our share of knock down drag out fights and there’s even been the risk at times of severed relationships; someone cutting off ties for good.
After our father died (mom had passed away earlier), I was worried at points of an irredeemable exchange and of our family blowing apart. It seems it is not uncommon for families to experience this after the loss of parents. Lifetime roles are upended and a gaping hole appears. Perhaps it is grief expressing itself sideways.
Yet, we didn’t blow apart. Despite long held family hurts that re-surfaced, my sister, brother and I bungled our way through to loving and supporting each other. Mark (my ex) put it this way, “You three, no matter how much you fight, yell or shout, you have each other’s backs – despite all the craziness, you love each other, no matter what.”
I was still married at this time. Both my (ex) husband and my brother’s wife were fantastic: calming and loving presences. We were blessed to have their wise and soothing counsel (and they ran some good interference between us!).
Most importantly, our mom had taught us loyalty and kindness all those years. At the end of the day, we stood and stand with each other. ©
p.s. What is something you cherish that you learned from your family? I’d love to hear! Please feel free to comment below.💖