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This was sort of the theme of yesterday's Homily. There was a story about a woman who's son was murdered by a boy about his age. In Brazil I believe. He got 10 years in prison, she came for a lot of the 10 years and prayed for him daily right in front of him. She told him he took her son from her, so he had to become her son. When he got out they embraced as mother and son. I asked myself, "Could I do that?"
I've always considered myself forgiving...it had me asking what my limit was. I've had a hard time forgiving my most recent boss and letting it go and moving on, and what he did was nothing even comparable to what that mother went through (it was supposed to be a true story.)
ahhhh, forgiveness. It's so healing when you let it happen. I held a grudge, a HUGE grudge against my mother for years and years. It's a long story so, I'll spare you the details unless you want them. I stayed angry at my mom. Very, very angry. I hated her. Once I had my first daughter, that anger festered and built up because I LOVED THAT LITTLE BABY and I didn't think that my mom loved me the way a mother should love her child and I let her know it. We didn't speak for a year. After my 2nd DD was born, I realized that I was holding onto something that was never, ever going to change. It was impossible to change it because it was in the past. I realized that if I wanted to be a better mom, and not a bitter, angry woman, I needed to find a way to forgive my mom. She loves her grandchildren and I felt awful denying them someone who loved them. And, if I am going to teach my children forgiveness, I have to lean how to do it myself. It's hard. It's very, very hard but, I don't hate my mom. I love her and I forgive her. With God's help, of course.