We have been traveling this last week visiting family.
Visiting my family hasn’t always been easy.
Adolescence can be difficult for both teenager and parent. And if you’re not careful that stuff can easily carry into adulthood.
For me some of it did. As a child from a divorced family, a blended family, and young parents, I often resented the fact that I didn’t have the picture perfect upbringing.
Some of my friends had divorced parents, but that didn’t stop me from feeling like my parents owed it to me to do or be better. To be what I thought I needed or deserved.
Looking back from a much more loving place, I see that my parents were doing the best they could. In fact everyone around me, aunts, uncles, stepmom, stepfamily, grandparents, and family friends, were all doing their best.
The magical thing is that I was never without love. In fact I know that every day I was deeply loved. Maybe it didn’t always feel that way, but I know it now to be true.
Carrying this wisdom with me, this trip has been filled with magic, love, and appreciation.
I choose to love my family deeply, for exactly who they are right now. I love them for being perfectly imperfect human beings. I love them for deeply loving me through all of the hurt I inflicted on them. And I stand in grattitude recognizing that all was as it needed to be. That the whole experience was beautiful, even the painful parts.
Life is too short to hold people accountable for the past. They don’t live there anymore, and neither do I.
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