Gratitude For My Life's Turning Point To Love, Kindness And Honesty

At birth, my life had a turning point. I had a mother who could not love me or my siblings. How can a female keep a child alive in her womb for nine months and couldn't love that child?

Nine months of togetherness and no compassion in her heart for her children. I thanked her for her inability to love and nurture me. I wasn't born from love, but somehow, love found me. I learned about love from a woman who gave me the gift of life but couldn't love me. Her lack of affection for me showed me what love is. How she treated me without compassion and tenderness taught me how to love and its value. I know love and can see and identify it coming in many disguises.

I learned how to love from the lack of love my mother showed me.

I want love, so I give!

Are there humans on our planet who can't love?

How many mothers out there give birth to one, two, three, or more children and are unable to love them?

She was cruel to me, too. She would physically, verbally, emotionally, and psychologically abuse me. She would lock me out, beat me, and not feed me. Her cruelty towards me had no boundaries as I looked like my father, and he broke her heart, leaving her alone to raise his six children by herself. I paid for his crime with many beatings. From the pain and agony of her cruelty, I was introduced to Kindness at a very young age. I learned to appreciate the value of thoughtfulness. I love and respect a kind heart and never take it for granted. I want your Kindness, so I involuntarily give you mine.

Life showed me that humanity could survive without unkindness, but we will never be able to live without the many acts of benevolence that philanthropies souls share with our world.

I don't like cruelty’s pain and was aware of its destruction because I was fed a lot of it as a child by someone who was supposed to love me.

From her cruelty, I learn to love and appreciate kindness.

Poverty and laziness contributed to my mother's dishonesty. She refused to work and would go around and con and cheat everyone she could. It didn't matter who you were or if you were good to her. She was cunning; she saw and acted on loopholes that the average individual couldn't. I don't think she was aware that her children were watching. Or she was sending a dangerous message to them. Children will forget what is said, but their brains will tape, record, and store what they saw their parents doing and how they lived, thinking it's right. Their brain will record and store the look on their parent's faces and how they react to what transpired. Not many children can see the consequences and how it affected their parent's lives.

The three of us who didn't imitate our mother's actions could see and feel the consequences of her behavior as children. She wasn't liked or trusted by many.

We saw what dishonesty did to her and others, what it did to her life, and what it has done to my sisters and some of their children.

Unaware, many humans allow history to repeat itself, pain and all.

From my mother's many acts of dishonesty, I learned, practiced, valued, and appreciated honesty.

I want your honesty so you will involuntarily receive mine.

All of us have someone in our lives who is supposed to love us but is cruel, vicious, and dishonest. In that process, they teach us negative habits and qualities that will harm us, which can be deadly, too.

Children will live what they learn and learn what they see their parents doing.

Of the six children my mother had, three followed in her footsteps. Three of my four sisters unconsciously continued her cycle of cruelty and dishonesty. They denied themselves and their children hopes and dreams by imitating our mother's methods and style of raising all of us. The other three, including me, did the opposite of everything she did to us and what we witnessed and experienced.

Our life's turning point happened when we did the opposite of what was done to us, giving our children all of what we didn’t get.

I thanked her for not being able to love me. From her actions, I learned the difference between good and evil. So, when I meet love out there, I know what it is just from the taste of the many instances of loathing she shared with her children. When it comes my way, I know how to nurture and grow it, allowing it to spread and touch every heart and soul that needs a little bit of love. This love isn't limited to humans, as I share it with plants, animals, and our earth.

I thank her for being cruel and thoughtless to me. From her cruelty, I learned to love and appreciate the value of kindness.

Her dishonesty taught me the value of honesty. I know and love honesty.

Thank you, Mama. I know you couldn't love me, but you taught me love. You weren't kind to me, but you still taught me kindness. Your many acts of dishonesty taught me honesty.

Thanks to you, I passed on good qualities to my children and everyone I interacted with. I have something positive to share with our world daily. Thanks to you, I have three of the best qualities humanity needs to heal; I have adapted, and they became involuntary actions. I can continue to prevent pain from adding to a world already raging in agony.

Thank you, Mama; you have positively changed the world through me. I can live a life that keeps those three destructive qualities and habits out of my life and of my generation, too. Adding good things to our world can save many lives. Mama, you did it at the expense of your own.

Thank you for reading this piece. I hope you enjoyed it.