My Mother's Love

I recently told my mother that there was never a moment in my life where I did not feel loved by her and as a result loved, in general.

She was put up for adoption as a baby in Germany during the early 1950s and then was adopted by a family who was stationed abroad. They brought her back to the States. Her mother suffered from undiagnosed mental illness and consequently made her life very hard.

I share this only because when someone suffers abuse they live the rest of their lives reconciling (and hopefully healing from) those moments. It’s possible that part of her reconciliation process was deciding not to repeat the abusive trend.

I had a great childhood and I have her to thank for it. I can only attribute this to the undying love and support that she has poured into me my whole life. I feel whole as an adult because of her. And, I am so grateful.