A Year of Passage

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It was wonderful to sit with this woman today. States away, we connected with ease and I’m grateful for our time together.

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Ancestors continue to show up on charts in big ways. I can’t help but think about my own and my personal experiences with family; all the things left unresolved.

 

We have such a responsibility to do right by our children. Being true to ourselves to be true for them is THE most important job we could ever do. I was never more proud of my mama then when she would pack up our shit time and time again, sometimes three times in a year, to move away from her abusers. It didn’t matter that she put us in that space to hear/witness/become the repercussions of her bad choices. What mattered was that she found the courage to go.


But I never resented my mother more than for her role as the silent figure in the chair with the dead eye stare, or the “everyday is a drinking day!” mom with the dead heart. Both were horrible to watch and live through, even though in the latter she was in a kinder mood.

I think people like to lie to themselves. Your children know when you’re unhappy.

And they remember.

They do.

We do.

I do.

And we either suffer and leave you in the dust as we age, or we suffer and become the dust just. like. you.

Jamie HomeisterComment