The tiny little girl looked up at her Mommy, and wished that she would pick her up, hold her near, and just love her. The poor child sat and wished this day after day, never giving up that hope, never imagining that it would never happen...
The Mommy had no interest in loving the child. She did not hate the child, but, with the birth of the child, came responsibilities which she, as a single, unloved Mother, was not prepared for, and every time she looked at the girl, she was reminded of her mistake; the mistake of being too eager for love, and being used by the girls Father. No, she did not feel love for the child, only apprehension, burden, fear, and remorse...
The child spent her whole life waiting for love from her Mommy. It never came. That did not stop the child from loving, for in that lack, she learned that love was something which lived within, regardless of receiving it or not. She grew to understand that it was of the Heavens, that it was as intricately woven into the design of life as was any part of life, and that it was available to all...
One day the girl, who was a woman now, went to her Mommy's house and told her, "I forgive you for everything you have ever done, or not done to me." "I am your flesh and blood, and I love you." The Mommy did not like hearing this, and a huge battle enraged, in which the girl told her, "It doesn't matter that you do not care for me, that you do not love me, you are my Mother, and I love you."
This was to be the last time the woman ever saw her Mother. When she heard of her untimely, tragic story of death, she was filled with deep pain. It was so sad. This woman had spent her entire life battling against love, never reaching inside and finding that greatest love of all. Never loving even herself. The woman was so grateful that she had been moved to telling her Mother that she forgave her, and that she loved her, for regardless of the loveless beginnings of her life, she had grown to understand, embrace, and cultivate love like few ever will, and through all of her struggles, growing up without love, she was complete in the lessons she had learned along the way, and filled with the love which only comes from the soul, the love of creation, a love which has no beginning, and no end, a love which evolves, expands, and eradicates lovelessness...
The Mommy had no interest in loving the child. She did not hate the child, but, with the birth of the child, came responsibilities which she, as a single, unloved Mother, was not prepared for, and every time she looked at the girl, she was reminded of her mistake; the mistake of being too eager for love, and being used by the girls Father. No, she did not feel love for the child, only apprehension, burden, fear, and remorse...
The child spent her whole life waiting for love from her Mommy. It never came. That did not stop the child from loving, for in that lack, she learned that love was something which lived within, regardless of receiving it or not. She grew to understand that it was of the Heavens, that it was as intricately woven into the design of life as was any part of life, and that it was available to all...
One day the girl, who was a woman now, went to her Mommy's house and told her, "I forgive you for everything you have ever done, or not done to me." "I am your flesh and blood, and I love you." The Mommy did not like hearing this, and a huge battle enraged, in which the girl told her, "It doesn't matter that you do not care for me, that you do not love me, you are my Mother, and I love you."
This was to be the last time the woman ever saw her Mother. When she heard of her untimely, tragic story of death, she was filled with deep pain. It was so sad. This woman had spent her entire life battling against love, never reaching inside and finding that greatest love of all. Never loving even herself. The woman was so grateful that she had been moved to telling her Mother that she forgave her, and that she loved her, for regardless of the loveless beginnings of her life, she had grown to understand, embrace, and cultivate love like few ever will, and through all of her struggles, growing up without love, she was complete in the lessons she had learned along the way, and filled with the love which only comes from the soul, the love of creation, a love which has no beginning, and no end, a love which evolves, expands, and eradicates lovelessness...
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