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Perspective is a difficult thing. If we’re tethered to a particular perspective by emotions, it’s almost impossible to see things with an unbiased eye. We can perhaps empathize, yes, but sometimes our own perspective, our own experiences, can anchor us to a skewed perspective. If we are anchored, we are not fully free.
I was once caught in such a perspective. A skewed one, built atop dozens of incidences that were the basis for a conclusion I made at a very young age: Women Aren’t Safe.
I don’t feel it’s necessary explain each of these moments that amounted to my opinion about women. You probably can imagine what they are. Kids can be cruel, particularly girls. That in itself can make women leery of other women, but what cemented it for me was the relationship with my mother, or lack thereof. In my eyes, she had emotionally abandoned me. She wasn’t present. And because of a few specific incidences, I didn’t feel protected or nurtured. I felt rejected, and subsequently, unworthy. A failure. Baggage.
The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers. – Thich Nhat Hanh
It’s no secret that friendships between women are highly complex. This complexity scared the shit out of me. In my teens and twenties, I befriended mostly guys, and was, of course, privy to their immature “guy talk”. I heard them trash women constantly. I looked up to men; they were easy to deal with; black and white. Simple. Safe. So in my most influential years, I had my own gender betraying me, and the other gender validating it.
Over the past fifteen years, things have happened that repaired some of my skewed perspective. Friends happened. Real ones that gave as much as they took, that proved time and time again they were by my side no matter what, that showed me what true friendship really was. I went from shallow, noncommittal (safe) friendships (that I constantly lost), to deep ones whose roots knew no bounds. It was an enlightenment.
And motherhood happened. When I became a mother, my perspective got a swift adjustment resulting in a new found empathy for women. I gained the ability to view my mother’s life – not so much as my mother, but as a woman – with a bit less bias….yet my anger and resentment clung like barnacles, feeding off lingering pain. Lingering beliefs.
I was still anchored; I couldn’t forgive.
Recently- through a series of intertwined, snowballing moments – I was able to finally lift the anchor. Like a puzzle piece snapping into place, I was able to see my mother as if she were a character in a book, viewed aerially, free from bias. I saw her life, her struggles, her pain. And it all became crystal clear:
I couldn’t have done any better. She made mistakes, but she did the best she could under less-than-ideal (let’s be real – SHITTY) circumstances. How can I judge her when I’ve made mistakes under near-perfect circumstances?
The story – or how I experienced it – of what it is to be female transformed into a story of womanhood. Of what we endure, what we sacrifice, what we give. Our successes and failures. Our boundless loyalties. Our compassion. Our chaotically beautiful complexities.
With this new perspective free of anchors, I was able to forgive. Not just her, but also myself.
Compassion, forgiveness, these are the real, ultimate sources of power for peace and success in life. – Dalai Lama
A companion post to this one can be found HERE.
I need to read this 1000 more times. Maybe memorize it. Especially the forgiveness part. Beautiful, Beth..
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And here I was all nervous about this post being too vague, or silly, or something….my insecurities reeking havoc. thank you for your support! You made me exhale in a very good way. 🙂
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Beautifully written and filled with so much truth. xoxo
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Thank you, Hasty! xoxo
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Um wow! This post really strikes close to home for me…. I have recently submitted a post on the stories that must not die blog, detailing my own struggle with forgiveness for this pivotal female figure.
I hope that someday I may find the perspective you have.
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My advice? Don’t force it. It will happen when it’s meant to. Work on it, of course, but don’t force something that hasn’t organically happened yet.
I found the forgiveness when I was looking the least. It sort of fell on me. Yes, there were a series of things that helped it along, but that last bit – the anchor lifting – was sudden. An “ah-hah” moment, if you will. Very freeing.
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An epithany! 🙂
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Yes! exactly.
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“She did the best she could …” says it all for me Beth. You’re hoisting up that anchor right there. May you continue to sail free unchained and unfettered.
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Aw, thank you Kelly! I will try like hell to keep that anchor up!
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Beth, this was beautifully written and quite touching. As I became and adult, a wife, a mother, I found my own experiences not only shed light on me but also the type of woman my mother was during her own life experiences. As I continue to grow, face what life throws my way, I find myself more in awe of mom and more forgiving of her imperfections. Great post!
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Thank you so much, I’m relieved (and validated) that others have experienced this perspective-shift, as well as a new-found appreciation for the mothers/aunts/grandmothers in their lives.
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I am in the process of forgiving my mother for her lack of mothering, and accepting that ‘it is what it is” and move on in my own life. Sharing your feelings is a great motivator for me to just hurry up and reconcile with my own feelings. Thank you.
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Pattie, I know it’s so hard, but when you do release the resentment and hurt, it’s better for your health, mind, and body. The anchor (to keep up with the analogy, cuz why not?) only holds you back, not her, ya know? I know I carried guilt and anger. Guilt for thinking it was somehow my fault, and anger for obvious reasons. I think letting that go – forgiving myself- was more of a release than anything. Good luck to you!
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This was beautiful Beth and I’m so grateful that you feel some peace with it now. And I’m glad you’ve experienced real, true female friendship. I always had more guy friends, too. Girls were too much drama for me. Girls can be so cruel. But the ones that are true friends, I don’t know if I would be here without them. Those deep friendships can be life savers. And forgiveness is such a tricky thing. I think forgiving ourselves is often overlooked but probably the most healing of all.
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Yes! I just said that in the previous reply: forgiving myself was more powerful than forgiving her. It was integral to the whole thing, but somehow more healing for me. But I couldn’t do it until I saw her – really saw her , and her life, and that new perspective. Thank you for your sweet words! I’ve missed you. I’ll get back to the internet sooner or later…..
🙂
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Compassion and forgiveness are two things I have only recently learned. It wasn’t until I craved them that I realized I should be giving those out myself.
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Wow, that’s sort of profound, TD. Look at you being all introspective. 🙂
I kid, but that genuinely is such a perceptive notion. I love it.
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Well, it’s true, really. I used to feel like if someone wronged me…fuck that guy (or girl). But when I fucked up and wanted another chance I realized I hadn’t been fair to those people who had made mistakes which hurt me. Better late than never, I guess.
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First off… GET OUT OF MY HEAD, BETH!! When I read your first sentence, I got goosebumps: My post on Friday is titled, The Power of Perspective. Dude, you and I are sharing some weird cosmic communication channel. 🙂
Okay, now to my actual comment:
Wow. This was powerful and beautiful, and resonated deeply with me. Forgiveness is so freeing, isn’t it?
xoxo
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THAT’S THE SECOND TIME WE’VE DONE THAT NANCY!!!
WTF? CahRAzy! I’m heading straight over there to read yours. And thank you for your awesome comment. I lurve your face!
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Back atcha, beautiful!
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Very touched by your words, Beth. Thank you.
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Thank YOU. So much.
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Beautiful! Brought tears to my eyes, these are emotions I too have felt.
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Thank you so much. It’s incredibly validating to know how many others have been through similar situations and emotions.
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Ack 😦 It’s so difficult for any child to grow up with the knowledge that they’re a burden and something which must be dealt with. I’m sorry you went through that, and I’m HUGELY pleased (and impressed) that you’ve come out the other side.
And whilst there’s definitely a place for perspective, and it helps, it doesn’t undo the damage done, nor (in my experience) suddenly allow you to trust. It sounds like you’ve worked really hard at getting to a place where you’ve managed to forgive your mother, and have compassion and forgiveness for yourself. Well done you 🙂
I’m glad you’ve found those strong, life-giving friendships, which have allowed you to heal from within their bounds.
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No, it doesn’t undo the damage done. I suppose I’ll always be made up of those fibers, those which were bent and shaped by shitty circumstances. But I don’t blame myself anymore, and I don’t hold resentment toward her, so although bent, I’m free. Does that make sense? My sails may be a little torn up, but I’m cruisin’ in the sea like a mofo. 🙂
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Hmmm. See now, that’s interesting. I *thought* I’d done alright at forgiving, but when you put it in terms of ‘resentment’, then no, I’ve not done so well.
I’m glad you don’t blame yourself any more. And that you’ve managed to let go of resentment. That seems key. Thanks 🙂
And HELL YES you are 😀
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Beth, this is so amazing. I can relate so much to this feeling except with my father. There is nothing more liberating than forgiving yourself and others. Here’s to you!! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, BHC! I’m happy you’ve found peace too. xoxo
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I read somewhere that you forgive for yourself, not the person you are forgiving. That was a life changing moment for me. It didn’t involve my mother, but it had the same effect of changing my perspective. And that’s what you did – lifted that anchor for YOU. Thank you for sharing, Beth.
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Dana, I’ve missed your face! I know, I’ve been terribly absent, but I’m still here in the shadows. 🙂 Thank you so much. And yes, I’ve made several comments in this thread that the most powerful thing I did was forgive myself. You’re so right.
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**Free of anchors**
What a beautiful concept, Beth.
thank you for the reminder. xx
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Oh, thank you beautiful Kim! xoxoxo
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Beth this hit a nerve with me. Being able to look at my own mother’s life now as a woman and mother myself has changed me. She did the best she could. Yes, that she did. This is incredibly random but have you ever heard Eminem’s song Headlights? Even if you’re not a fan of his, check it out. It is exactly this…just with a little more rage. 🙂 Great write, girl!
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1) I love Eminem 2) I know his songs, but rarely know the title cuz they’re on my iphone! I’m looking the lyrics up ASAP. And thanks for mentioning it to me.
Thanks for reading, Dawn. You rock my socks off. xo
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That song is one of the most powerful songs I’ve ever heard, in part because I have been a huge Eminem fan since the beginning and can’t believe he is in a space to write those lyrics and because of the recognizable dysfunction and heartache in the words. It’s crazy to get so emotional about a song (I wrote an entire post about the song…I’m nuts) but when something moves you like that, I say go with it. Did you find it? Like it?
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OHMYGOSH I did, and even though I have heard it before, I never really listened enough to understand what he was saying. I read the lyrics and by third verse my eyes were tearing up. The part where he says “thank you for being my mom and dad” and how she tried her best, and he forgives her….. heart squeeze.
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Bethie, you speak my story, and so well told. Yes, forgiveness and compassion release us, then comes all the practical outworking of that which is a new challenge in itself, yes? I always read your stuff feeling like you somehow know me…I like that. Love Red
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What a tremendous compliment, Rd. Thank you. And I like that too, very much. You’re the sweetest. Ever. xoxo
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I had a similar experience of my own. I had a very difficult relationship with my own mother for many years and blamed her for many of the things that were wrong in my life. I didn’t have any relationship with her at all for nine years. She didn’t change. I did. I looked at her through healthier eyes and finally saw things from her vantage point, realized some of the pain she had to deal with, and experienced some of my own. It was then that I knew that my mom did the best she could with what she had, like we all do. I love that you wrote this and I am happy to hear that you’ve managed to pull up anchor. It does indeed make one feel free.
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Sandy girl! Thank you soooo much. I’m so happy to hear you’ve found peace in your situation as well. It’s so hard, I know. But yes, freedom is worth the effort. xoxo
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I really, really liked this post! It strikes several chords in me. I’m currently trying to be more compassionate and forgiving with myself (it’s coming slowly, but surely). I’m also coming to realize that most people who “wronged” me are not intentionally evil – they are operating from their experiences and baggage and mindset – as you stated, doing the best they can with the limited resources they have. While I truly believe anyone could be a better person and change how they operate, if they care to do the hard work, I also believe that some people just can’t even begin to conceive that there are any other options for them in their interpersonal dealings.
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It’s so true, Jana! And you’re amazing for seeing others from their perspective and trying to have compassion. It really does open the door to understanding and forgiveness. I swear, it’s moved mountains for me. I think I’m going to get “compassion and forgiveness” tattooed on my butt cheeks. Lol.
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This is so great – I’ve not made it that far, but you give me hope I can join you hoisting anchor one day.
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Aw, I know you’ll hoist your own anchor someday! It’s very possible. It may have taken me a while, but as long as you let in possibilities (of other perspectives), you’ll find a way to forgive and let go. And thank you for reading. 🙂
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I’ve always made friends with males more easily than females. I think it takes more nurturing with females, more time to build trusts where guys are like you said, more straight forward. I’m glad for your enlightenment moment because I kind of feel like I may be (at least I feel it on my end) one of the friends with roots, and I feel so lucky to have you and your snark/perviness in my life.
I think it takes a really big person to be able to look at a relationship like the one with your mother and see it from the other person’s shoes. You are an amazing woman.
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you ABSOLUTELY are one of my *true* friends, no doubt about it, and those roots just seem to grow exponentially. The more we talk and hang out, the more I lurve your face So. Hard.
You are one the real ones, M. That’s the truth. We were put together for a reason, deliberately; I believe that.
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Compassion, empathy and forgiveness; all very difficult sometimes. Beautifully written and a stark reminder. Thank you.
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Thank YOU. So much.
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My elder siblings all had a lot of resentments towards my parents. As the youngest, I heard them worry, discuss, and try to figure out a way to help my older brothers and sisters. Like you said, they did their best. That’s all we can expect of anybody.
I try to remind my son (an only child) of that!
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It’s funny you mention that, Elyse, because my younger brother has always had sympathy for my mom and I resented him for it. I couldn’t figure out why he always felt so sorry for her and always talked about “all she did” and I was always rolling my eyes. Funny how things change.
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The little ones are the wise ones. We see everything!
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I will work harder at making my youngest love me most. hahahaha
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Oh, Beth. What a glorious statement on forgiveness, and acceptance. And hope and love. And all things good and positive. Damn, girl, you can really turn a phrase. This is powerfully written. xoxo
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That kind of praise coming from you = Day. Made.
Thank you so much. xoxo
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Deep and moving… a journey through life itself. Thanks.
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Thanks, Art. And yes – it has been a journey! I always get jealous when I hear of people finding forgiveness (or whatever) in like their twenties. I’m like….WHAT? it seems to have taken me forever, but whatdoyado? It happens when it happens I guess.
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I’m still looking… for that and lots of other stuff…
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I don’t know that we need to forgive people who’ve let us down just because they’re related by blood, but I do think that not doing so only weighs our own hearts down more than the other person’s. I’m glad you’ve found friendship in women as well as men. You’re a wonderful woman and anybody would be honored to have you as a friend.
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I agree with you. You’re not even obligated to love (or like) blood relatives. And I didn’t have to forgive my mom. In fact, I sort of felt like (at this point) I was going to resent her forever. But some sort of healing – letting go- happened when I saw her like a character. Like someone else to whom I was not tethered to emotionally. It changed me.
And thank YOU, for your incredibly kind words. means a lot. 🙂
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Beth, thank you for writing about your perspective so authentically and vulnerably. You put some difficult thought processes into words that clarified some things for me personally and gave me some ‘aha’ moment things to think about. I appreciate you sharing from your heart. Thank you 🙂
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That comment right there is sort of everything. I’m so grateful that this gave you some “aha” moments. That is just…..amazing and incredibly validating. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.
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Amazing! I love every one of your words. Forgiveness is a hard process. I have a hard time with it.
I think I’ll read this again and again. Thanks Beth. You rock!
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Oh wow, thank you so much! And don’t be too hard on yourself: forgiveness (and letting go of resentment) is freaking HARD. Yet….very possible if it’s what you want.
YOU rock! 🙂
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I am struggling with this topic, too, Beth. I am working on it, and around it, but the bottom line is that I grew up feeling that my mother didn’t think I was good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, and that she didn’t love me as I was. My logical side knows that she just did the best she could, but it doesn’t dull the pain. You captured it beautifully. Baggage, indeed.
Forgiveness It’s definitely a process and a journey, and I look forward to getting closer.
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Damn, I’m so sorry you were made to feel that way, Roby. 😦
I know what you mean by dulling the pain, but that’s the part that significantly eased when I forgave her, because in doing that, I forgave myself. The beliefs about myself that were a result of her actions (or non-actions, rather) stopped doing their damage.
Like I told Lizzi, some of the damage will inevitably be a part of your fibers forever, but you can still lift the anchor and sail because the most important part of forgiveness is that it frees YOU 🙂
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Hearing this is so encouraging, B! Thank you for sharing your experience, as it will help many of us dealing with the same issues.
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I was still anchored; I couldn’t forgive.
I am yet angry and upset. But, I am learning some amazing things from two life coaches: Bobbi Parish and Athena Moberg, to learn how to deal with the emotional scars of trauma.
I need to write about it soon. But now, I must flee. Too many have seen my ugly in the open right here, and they recoiled in terror. Okay then, I will flee.
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Life coaches….I want one of those! 🙂
I hope you’re finding peace. I know life post-trauma can be incredibly challenging. You can do it. Don’t flee too long. Write.
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It’s been really scary, Beth, but those ladies are helping me out a lot. I’ll reserve some time to write about all that this weekend.
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Oh Beth! This is heartbreakingly beautiful!! I know exactly what you mean… and I am SO glad you were able to drop the anchor and let it fall, freeing you from unforgiveness and misguided perception! It’s amazing how we can peel the layers off of our past… and learn to unwrap grace.
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” peel the layers off of our past… and learn to unwrap grace.” — That was such a gorgeous way of saying it. You’re so good at that, Chris! And thank you for reading. You’re awesome. 🙂
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