I sat in the pew kicking my little legs back and forth I listened to the preacher talking about forgiveness. I especially enjoyed listening to this part because I did not understand it. People would yell at my grandmother and say many horrible things about her, and she always forgave them. If that were me, I would have erased them from my memory. I watched as people stood up one by one to make it down to the front of the church to pray for forgiveness. I never understood the depth of forgiveness until I had to go through it myself. I think that is my greatest accomplishment: my ability to forgive no matter what the issues around me are.
Additionally, when I needed my mother the most, she was not there. I had never imagined that I would forgive her. I was 16, pregnant, and I had just gotten the crap beaten out of me again by the biological father. My mother was dating a guy named Ray and he kept her entranced with his clever tricks. On a rainy Sunday afternoon, I …show more content…
They have experience approximately the same difficulties, and they do not forgive her for any of it. It comes out in their disrespect and treatment of her (which gets physical sometimes). They are overall good girls, but their anger and hatred towards our mother shows in other ways. I notice the dismissive waves of my sisters’ hands when anyone even their children tries to get their attention. The only one that matters is their needs.
Fortunately I saw the importance of forgiveness. . I finally got tired of that anger and self-centeredness. I went back to where forgiveness started for me, in church. I was 18 years old when I understood what forgiveness truly means. Two years after my child were born. I learned to forgive unconditionally through the hardships I encountered with the very person who was supposed to have protected me. Instead of disassociating myself from the cause of those difficulties, I now know what not to do as a mother, and
Additionally, when I needed my mother the most, she was not there. I had never imagined that I would forgive her. I was 16, pregnant, and I had just gotten the crap beaten out of me again by the biological father. My mother was dating a guy named Ray and he kept her entranced with his clever tricks. On a rainy Sunday afternoon, I …show more content…
They have experience approximately the same difficulties, and they do not forgive her for any of it. It comes out in their disrespect and treatment of her (which gets physical sometimes). They are overall good girls, but their anger and hatred towards our mother shows in other ways. I notice the dismissive waves of my sisters’ hands when anyone even their children tries to get their attention. The only one that matters is their needs.
Fortunately I saw the importance of forgiveness. . I finally got tired of that anger and self-centeredness. I went back to where forgiveness started for me, in church. I was 18 years old when I understood what forgiveness truly means. Two years after my child were born. I learned to forgive unconditionally through the hardships I encountered with the very person who was supposed to have protected me. Instead of disassociating myself from the cause of those difficulties, I now know what not to do as a mother, and