I am still working on a post about the Mother Wound concept, so, for now- a post about Mother’s Day, from the archives.
Mother’s Day can be a mixed bag for me.
My whole blogging experience started out with trying to sort out the anger I had with my mother, trying to heal a lot of inner wounds and self-loathing from past emotional rape and other traumatic experiences. It didn’t help much that HER mother was also part of the dysfunctionally tangled web that was much of my childhood.
I had to set some of that aside when my mother was diagnosed with Parkinson’s.
That said, I must give credit where credit is due. I was born and bred to be domestic. My mother (and my grandmother) taught me a lot of skills as such that have served me very, very well. I suppose this was easier to impart as I was the only male child. I know it sparks a small amount of envy at times: I’ve said that I like…
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