His mom neglectful and substance abusing.
Mine simply abusive.
I said "Well I didn't learn things for her; I did it for me. I learned everything I could for ME."
Suddenly he saw. A weight lifted.
His bio mom has nothing to do wifh his worth or abilities. He can do things not to impress the mom he has now (me) but for himself. To better himseld.
This is the gift I hope to pass on. The love of learning simply because its fun and does not require anyone else's approval.
I love my V so much.
He gets me.
I get him.
Our trauma, the mother wound, still hurts.
Maybe it always will. I get that.
Its ok. People were made to love and even if "she" screwed up, he didn't do anything wrong. I didn't either. We loved our mothers. They couldn't love us.
Now we learn to love ourselves.
I am forever gratefuk for these kids. They heal me more than I could ever heal them.