Wow. I got so lost in this story and the feelings of everyone involved, but especially you, that I am having to take a moment before I try to read anything else. I so wish your mom had saved her dates for days you were with your dad. If she had, I wonder if your life experiences would have been different. I also wonder if those sad times are what gives your writing an extra depth.
Thank you for this beautiful message. It took me most of my life thus far to understand my mother, and I think I’m still growing in understanding. Her death in 2021 really broke my heart and I have been reflecting on my journey with her a lot. I have so much more compassion for her than I did when I was a teenager, young adult, and even into my thirties I struggled to understand why she couldn’t be consistently loving toward me. Having children and going through my own divorce gave me a lot of insight I probably wouldn’t have had otherwise, and also just growing into my own womanhood. And I can look back at so many chapters with her and have compassion for both of us. I’m grateful this piece resonated with you and I’m happy you found me here. Lots of love.
Thank you for sharing your experience within stories. It’s with love and gratitude we gather ourselves together and keep moving forward. Your work is a breath of fresh air in a world 🌎 holding on so tightly! Love the analogy of us as adult children needing naps. So many more spots in here where I’m shaking my head in agreement. Namaste 🙏🏾
Thanks so much for your kind words RJ 🙏🏼 Means a lot to me. I love the feeling of nodding along when I’m reading something that speaks to me and it makes me very happy to think of you nodding while reading this. It’s the whole point of writing anything I think! Hugs x
All of this resonates. I love the part about your grandmother. Something about a grandmother’s love is so powerful, in part perhaps because it feels less conditional much of the time than a parent’s love. My maternal grandmother died shortly after I turned nine. I was so astonished eighteen years later when my mother’s cousin described in no uncertain terms how massively dysfunctional she had been. But when I got over my shock, I realized, oh, that’s a big part of my mother’s madness.
Your posts help me so much, to see more clearly, Ally. I can’t thank you enough!
I used to wonder how different my life would have been if she hadn’t died then. I’ll never know what I might have learned about her if I’d known her as a teenager or young adult but I’m really grateful I had her for as long as I did. She and my aunt, uncle and cousins gave me a beautiful roadmap for what it feels like to be really loved. Grateful this resonated and I hope you know how great it feels to hear that something I’ve shared has helped someone. That’s kind of the entire reason to do it. Sending you lots of love!
Lots of love back at you! Everything you write feels like it’s directed straight at me. But I see you are lifting quite a few other people also, like the rising tide. The more specific, the more universal.
Wow. I got so lost in this story and the feelings of everyone involved, but especially you, that I am having to take a moment before I try to read anything else. I so wish your mom had saved her dates for days you were with your dad. If she had, I wonder if your life experiences would have been different. I also wonder if those sad times are what gives your writing an extra depth.
Thank you for this beautiful message. It took me most of my life thus far to understand my mother, and I think I’m still growing in understanding. Her death in 2021 really broke my heart and I have been reflecting on my journey with her a lot. I have so much more compassion for her than I did when I was a teenager, young adult, and even into my thirties I struggled to understand why she couldn’t be consistently loving toward me. Having children and going through my own divorce gave me a lot of insight I probably wouldn’t have had otherwise, and also just growing into my own womanhood. And I can look back at so many chapters with her and have compassion for both of us. I’m grateful this piece resonated with you and I’m happy you found me here. Lots of love.
Thank you for sharing your experience within stories. It’s with love and gratitude we gather ourselves together and keep moving forward. Your work is a breath of fresh air in a world 🌎 holding on so tightly! Love the analogy of us as adult children needing naps. So many more spots in here where I’m shaking my head in agreement. Namaste 🙏🏾
Thanks so much for your kind words RJ 🙏🏼 Means a lot to me. I love the feeling of nodding along when I’m reading something that speaks to me and it makes me very happy to think of you nodding while reading this. It’s the whole point of writing anything I think! Hugs x
All of this resonates. I love the part about your grandmother. Something about a grandmother’s love is so powerful, in part perhaps because it feels less conditional much of the time than a parent’s love. My maternal grandmother died shortly after I turned nine. I was so astonished eighteen years later when my mother’s cousin described in no uncertain terms how massively dysfunctional she had been. But when I got over my shock, I realized, oh, that’s a big part of my mother’s madness.
Your posts help me so much, to see more clearly, Ally. I can’t thank you enough!
I used to wonder how different my life would have been if she hadn’t died then. I’ll never know what I might have learned about her if I’d known her as a teenager or young adult but I’m really grateful I had her for as long as I did. She and my aunt, uncle and cousins gave me a beautiful roadmap for what it feels like to be really loved. Grateful this resonated and I hope you know how great it feels to hear that something I’ve shared has helped someone. That’s kind of the entire reason to do it. Sending you lots of love!
Lots of love back at you! Everything you write feels like it’s directed straight at me. But I see you are lifting quite a few other people also, like the rising tide. The more specific, the more universal.