Mary M.
From “Cats in the Cradle” to Letting Go...
I love my dad. There. I said it. Out loud for the world to hear. Amazing, considering I spent most if my adult life “hating” him. My childhood with him in it was traumatic, he was an abusive drunk. After my mom left him , he was too broke to give her any child support, so we grew up pretty poor on the welfare system. As an adult, I became more angry with him for making my mother struggle so much in her life. I “hated” & resented him. Over the years, he sobered up, found God , became an elder& wanted to rebuild his relationship with us kids. That’s the “cats in the Cradle” part of the story.For years, I didn’t have time for him, my resentment building. Well. Well, after a series of moves over a course of 10 years, he now lives less than 3 miles from me. I see him regularly, resentment is decreasing, and I’m learning to let go. And willing to say out loud, “I love my dad”. Shit, growth would be so much easier if I would just let it happe
Sorry for the long post. That’s what I’ve been going through lately... letting go!
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