Here’s the thing. I love my mother. Deeply. My father too. I am blessed beyond measure to be of them, from their lineage, and their home and values. And, sometimes, I feel judged. Similarly, I expect that sometimes my children feel judged by me, as well. This is not about how we come together to love each other so imperfectly. This is about how we move beyond the limitations of human love dynamics and take complete responsibility for our own unmet emotional needs. We are completely responsible for our own unmet emotional needs. The more we honor this sacred responsibility, the more free we are. We remove the hooks from our relationships, and are free to simply love and be loved. Here’s what this means: Whatever we wish others, in particular our parents, would give to us, we must take complete responsibility for giving to ourselves, or receiving from the Divine.
For me, I simply wish I experienced more of the raw love, awe, and delight that I know they hold for me. And so, that is what I must give to myself, in collaboration with the Divine. To do this, I face my fear and choose to open my heart and mind to the love, awe, and delight that exists all around me. Dropping the walls and stories, shifting my perspective, and choosing to interpret all the experiences this day brings in this light.
Wow. I’m that powerful.
Norma Van Horn