The Mothers and the Divisions
Our lineage has always been a chorus of strong women singing different melodies.
My mother’s song was love through transparency. Even when life hit her hard, her affection was a constant frequency—loud enough to cover the static of poverty and pain.
She had her own battles—mental health struggles, economic stress, moments where the world felt too heavy.
But she never withheld her heart. I could tell her anything—things that would send other parents into rage or fear—and she’d just listen. That safety was my first taste of God.
Rosemary chose a different song: control as safety. She took on everybody’s responsibility until it calcified into authority.
What looked like dominance was a child’s panic that never grew old—if I can keep everything perfect, nobody gets hurt.
I see her now with compassion. Control was her shield.
Then there’s Robyn, the sensitive yet practical observer, the family translator who never quite felt fluent. Her humor hid her pain. She consciously decided on a different life choosing her happiness over expectation. Some of the family shame her for this but i applaud her for living her truth without compromise.
And then my father’s new marriage—its own orbit with its jealous moons. My mother became an outsider to a house she helped build. The new wife guards her territory like a country under siege, but possession is not love; it’s fear wearing jewelry. Interprets genuine friendship and platonic love as a violation or a threat to be neutralized.
We’ve all played our parts in these dramas, and it’s time to retire the roles.
We are too grown, too tired, and too close to the end to keep acting like rival cast members in a family sitcom.
The only season left to air should be forgiveness.
“Forgiveness is not forgetting the story—it’s changing its ending.”
Neuroscience tells us that reconciliation literally rewires the brain. Oxytocin and dopamine rise when we re-establish trust. [4]
Faith tells us the same thing with simpler words: Love casts out fear. (1 John 4:18)
What small ritual could you create to honor both your boundaries and your longing for belonging?
Further Reading & Reflection — Mothers & Divisions
- Harriet Lerner (2004). The Dance of Connection. Harper Collins.
- Murray Bowen (1978). Family Therapy in Clinical Practice. Jason Aronson.
- Brené Brown (2010). The Gifts of Imperfection. Hazelden.
- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 — Love is patient, love is kind…
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