When I was growing up, I didn't realize that I was also watching my mom and dad grow up. I spent most of my life focusing on their imperfections instead of seeing that they were just two imperfect humans doing their best at being parents.
Dear Mom, Dear Dad
A series of essays documenting my journey of healing a broken relationship with my parents.
For the last few years, the most important priority in my life has been healing the broken relationship I had with my parents for more than a decade. Here is my raw and real journey—what I did, and what I learned. I hope these reflections will help you feel a little less lonely on your journey.
For my last essay, I wanted to write about my dream of living next to my family, friends, & their families. There are many things I want to create. This is one I will never regret building.
Shame is a poisoned arrow I kept buried in my heart. It took me a long time to forgive myself for how I mistreated my parents. It was the gift that I needed to give myself to live my best life.
Gift-giving was a major way my parents shared their love for me, but I didn't always see it that way. I finally get it, & now I love doing the same. Parents Are Gifts: https://parentsaregifts.com