Trauma

Life is a series of traumas. Whether we’re aware of it or not. Whether it causes dysfunction or not, it exists and can’t just be wished away. I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on the possible traumas I’ve inflicted on my kids in the past. And I’ve been so afraid that the trauma that came from me may bleed into their adult lives. I now recognize my own behaviors as a parent, as a mom and knowing my own struggle has helped me forgive my own parents, in particular....my own mother. But then I realized there’s no way to ensure as a parent or even as a human that you’ll never inflict trauma on someone. So I’ve come to the rationalization that it’s about the degree of trauma and the issues that just grow because you never became aware and you never evolved, that's the only type of trauma I should fear. I only wish to ever be fully accountable to myself and do my best, because that’s all anyone can do. Beating myself up for my struggles will not help me be the best mom I can be.