All in all, I thought for a long time that my parents were just being cruel. Hypocritical. Horrible. And that they truly didn’t want me around. I wanted so much to blame them for everything, and in return, my mother blamed me for everything.
Looking back, I can see that my mother’s way of dealing with me and my attitude was far greater than most anyone else knows. I learned more. At the time, I thought she was crazy and moronic. But now.. Now I see that while her way of dealing with me wasn’t perfect, it was in fact appropriately done.
Like me, from God’s perspective, she is unworthy, but Redeemed. I who cast judgement so often on her for how she dealt with me now, in front of the world online, thank her.
Thank you, mommy, for the rough times, and for never giving up on me.
Throwing me out, even if you dislike to admit that was what happened, was one of the best things you did for me. It let me wander, it allowed me to reach my lowest point.
It is a fictional character that I saw, Aang, who once said: “when we reach our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change.”
If you hadn’t, I would probably still be floundering about, unsure of how my life ought to be. Or even of who I am.