A Mama’s Girl – Acknowledging the Hurt
I discovered my strength in the midst of misfortune. The gift of empathy and discernment came upon me at the early age of five. I loved my mother more than anything or anyone else in the world. Treasured as her miracle child, I often asked her about my birth and reveled in her enthusiastic delivery every time. For a whole year, I used to tell her every night before going to bed, “Mommy, I love you… I hope you don’t die.” (I have always been morbidly honest!) My world was perfect.
Well, almost. Everyday at four o’clock, my dad would get home from work. The home atmosphere changed entirely when he was there. My mother’s smile turned to a tight lipped grimace and I watched as my dad disrespected the smallest of her wishes for sport. Some days were not as bad as others… But there were days when though tears never flowed from her eyes, I could feel my mommy hurting inside. A deep empathy that hurts me to soul like nothing else I had ever felt. The light of happiness and my world free of worries turned dark. My gift of empathy ripped at the seams of my heart. The love for my mom flowed so deep that I felt her pain. I felt her unhappiness.
Anger closely followed the hurt, bubbling beneath the surface.
I’m a Mama’s Girl… and nobody messes with mama!