Fractured
I just finished a new book this morning, The Invisibles: a novel by Cecilia Galante, and this quote really struck a chord in me.
“I want to accept myself,” Grace said softly. “I want to embrace every part of myself, the sick parts and the well parts. I want to open myself to my child, however imperfect I might be, and love her the only way I know how, with my whole, fractured heart.”
As I struggle through issues from my past that still haunt me, things that cause me to be less than the mother I strive to be, I continue to love my children with my “whole, fractured heart.” I only hope that they will be able to look past my imperfections and see this above all else. I know many mistakes I don’t want to make as I parent, from my own experiences and those I’ve encountered as a teacher. However, I am certain I will make many others that I pray they will be able to forgive. I try to make the best choices for my children. I want them to be more than me, have more than me, do more than me. I want them to grow to be happy, productive people. I want them to be free from issues that drag them down. I hope they will be able to love their children with their whole hearts.
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