Honoring the Mother: "My Mother - Myself"

By Rhia

Numerous times in this life, we fail to be grateful for the mother that gave birth to us. We find inside an inner animosity for events or situations in which we felt we were mistreated. It is generally accepted that the mother as well as the father is the protector of the children. Nevertheless, we hold the mother more accountable than the father.

Even as we grow older and become parents ourselves, we never fully understand the trials and tribulations each parent had to endure. No one can now see the misty-eyed mother as she watched us take our first steps or go out on our first date. We instead are caught up in painting the mother as a person that not only failed to protect us but even mistreated us. We remember her failures far more easily than the sacrifices she made to make our lives better.

The eye for an eye does not even gratify the beast, for countless grown children do not love their mother; treasure their life with her in it. Instead, the mother is left on her own, shoved away, talked hateful to or about and becomes the victim of years of hate spewing from the lips of the children she raised.

I know I have not been a perfect mother, however no one could adore his or her children more than I do mine. As I sit back and think of how many times my stomach fluttered from happiness, sadness, or fear because or for my sons - I can only then begin to appreciate the sacrifice my parents made in raising my brother, two sisters and myself.

I use to lie very close to my infant sons, and breathe in the air that they exhaled. It was then I discovered a natural high that could compare no other. I called it Angel Breath, in which I would float and experience butterfly flutters in my stomach. The happiness it gave me is inexpressible. I believe when I was "high" on their angel breath - I was the happiest of my entire life.

I now am a very proud grandmother and I watch my children and their wives light up and fill with pride as their babies cut their first tooth, take their first step, or say their first word. As a granny, I squeal with joy, have my heart melted, stand by, and watch on the sidelines as my kids experience all the things I did with them.

As I watched my grandson, DJ, take about five steps towards his daddy as he giggled, I become teary eyed and found it hard to swallow. I was ecstatic, yet I was beginning to realize something at a very deep level. The wheel of life had past down to my son from me as I had gotten it from my parents.

I will not try to attach angel wings from my parents or say they were perfect and protected me from every evil. How hard it must have been to raise a child such as me. However, I will tell you this - I am here, and I was taught all about love and compassion!

I know how to work a farm, plant, tend a garden, and milk a cow if needed. I do not need these skills right now, but the day may come I will. I know I was loved and showed love their way, just as I have showed it to my sons in my way.

I can only hope and pray that my children will remember the love I had for them and times I succeeded rather than the times I failed. I would hate to know I had to live a painful life of desertion because I was human and made mistakes.

My father has crossed over and yet I am blessed that mother is still here. I feel her grounding me to this earth like roots deep in the soil even though we live States apart. As I finish this chapter, I will call my mother to tell her I love her and appreciate her. I know it would make me happy if my children did the same. For those who mothers have crossed over - whisper it to the wind and they will hear. As the wheel was passed to me - so I have passed it on. I ask for forgiveness for all I did that may have hurt my children. I ask my mother to forgive me for not showing her how much I love her through out life. This little lesson on love and life is about loving your parents, as you would have your children love you.

Numerous times in this life, we fail to be grateful for the mother that gave birth to us. We find inside an inner animosity for events or situations in which we felt we were mistreated. It is a known the mother as well as the father is the protector of the children. Nevertheless, we hold the mother more accountable than the father.

Even as we grow older and become parents ourselves, we never fully understand the trials and tribulations each parent had to endure. No one can now see the misty-eyed mother as she watched us take our first steps or go out on our first date. We instead are caught up in painting the mother as a person that not only failed to protect us but even mistreated us. We remember her failures far more easily than the sacrifices she made to make our lives better.

The eye for an eye does not even gratify the beast, for countless grown children do not love their mother; treasure their life with her in it. Instead, the mother is left on her own, shoved away, talked hateful to or about and becomes the victim of years of hate spewing from the lips of the children she raised.

I know I have not been a perfect mother, however no one could adore his or her children more than I do mine. As I sit back and think of how many times my stomach fluttered from happiness, sadness, or fear because or for my sons - I can only then begin to appreciate the sacrifice my parents made in raising my brother, two sisters and myself.

I use to lie very close to my infant sons, and breathe in the air that they exhaled. It was then I discovered a natural high that could compare no other. I called it Angel Breath, in which I would float and experience butterfly flutters in my stomach. The happiness it gave me is inexpressible. I believe when I was "high" on their angel breath - I was the happiest of my entire life.

I now am a very proud grandmother and I watch my children and their wives light up and fill with pride as their babies cut their first tooth, take their first step, or say their first word. As a granny, I squeal with joy, have my heart melted, stand by, and watch on the sidelines as my kids experience all the things I did with them.

As I watched my grandson, DJ, take about five steps towards his daddy as he giggled, I become teary eyed and found it hard to swallow. I was ecstatic, yet I was beginning to realize something at a very deep level. The wheel of life had past down to my son from me as I had gotten it from my parents.

I will not try to attach angel wings from my parents or say they were perfect and protected me from every evil. How hard it must have been to raise a child such as me. However, I will tell you this - I am here, and I was taught all about love and compassion! I know how to work a farm, plant, tend a garden, and milk a cow if needed. I do not need these skills right now, but the day may come I will. I know I was loved and showed love their way, just as I have showed it to my sons in my way.

I can only hope and pray that my children will remember the love I had for them and the times I succeeded rather than the times I failed. I would hate to know I had to live a painful life of desertion because I was human and made mistakes.

My father has crossed over and yet I am blessed that mother is still here. I feel her grounding me to this earth like roots deep in the soil even though we live States apart. As I finish this chapter, I will call my mother to tell her I love her and appreciate her. I know it would make me happy if my children did the same. For those who mothers have crossed over - whisper it to the wind and they will hear. As the wheel was passed to me - so I have passed it on. I ask for forgiveness for all I did that may have hurt my children. I ask my mother to forgive me for not showing her how much I love her through out life. This little lesson on love and life is about loving your parents, as you would have your children love you.


Rhiannon Waits is a syndicated columnist with her column published in 14 different countries and translated into 4 different languages. You can purchase "Little Lessons on Love And Life" at Amazon.comLittle Lessons on Love And Life, book private sessions, schedule speaking engagements, or attend book signings by calling 850-941-4190. You can also visit her web site at RhiannonWaits.com. Rhia lives in Pensacola Florida with her life partner, Steve, and her children. Rhiannon Waits is a renowned Psychic/Medium.