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Mother’s day. This year’s Hallmark celebration came and went. And, my own Mother’s been gone for seven years now. Oddly, I feel closer to her now than I may have ever felt when she was living. That’s due mostly to the shifts within me. I spoke last week to a friend who just lost his mother and he noted the transformation that it had created within him. The death of our parents can do that.

For, me it was more Daddy’s death, than mother’s, that tilted my world. But Daddy’s death, and the serious soul-mining since,  brought me to a greater understanding of my journey with Mother and,  ultimately, to forgiveness of her.

Forgiveness is a concept firmly entrenched in the Christian religion. I appreciate more the Buddhist and metaphysical take that maybe forgivess of others isn’t necessary. If anyone, maybe it is ourselves we need to forgive and to see the perfection in it all. These are radical thoughts for many, I know. It is where my spiritual journey has ventured.

It is my truth that everything is as it is “supposed” to be, and we’ve chosen the people who are in our lives to teach us lessons. And they learn lessons from us and from their own lives. And in the rawness, the unschooled of living life, we sometimes treat each other in less than optimal ways. When I look at the big picture, I can see the hurt, pain, the deprivation, the gaps in my parent’s upbringing that caused them to pass on their pain.

At some point this year, I realized I had finally forgiven my mother for the frequent criticisms, the entrenched prejudices, for the flawed navigational map of the world she etched upon my psyche. Flawed but full of opportunity for me to trudge further along the lifetimes of my spiritual journey and reroute old ways. Flawed but perfect. Just what I chose. Just what I needed in this lifetime.

I feel her presence frequently now. I feel her unconditional love. I know that she knows now. She, too, sees the big picture. She now sees the lessons that she did not learn in her lifetime. I am grateful for the instrumental and key role she played in my life, the optimal and the not so much so. I feel complete in our relationship. All is well. Thank you, Mother. And, happy belated Mother’s Day. Namaste.