Parenting is hard.
Parenting while carrying your own childhood wounds? Even harder.
Many of us brought our pasts into motherhood without even realizing it. We didn’t set out to repeat old patterns or project our pain – but sometimes, that’s exactly what happened.
Maybe you grew up in a home where emotions were ignored, anger was explosive, or affection was conditional. Maybe you were left to fend for yourself too early. Or maybe your parents did their best, but they simply didn’t have the tools.
And when it was your turn to raise children, you carried all of that with you – whether you meant to or not.
We don’t parent in a vacuum. We parent from the stories we’ve lived, the fears we haven’t unpacked, and the healing we’re still working through.
I was completely clueless. I am the youngest of eight children and by the time I came around, my parents were completely DONE. I was mostly raised by my older siblings. My mother’s menopausal mental health issues inflicted significant wounding on me. All I knew, becoming a parent, was that I would raise my kids differently. But I had no idea what that meant.
I voraciously read parenting books from the library. I can remember thinking, “I don’t even know how to PLAY with kids, much less raise them.” I read books about playing with children and planned fun activities and outings.
In the fire of parenting, I truly learned to love. Patience increased, creativity and confidence grew. I loved being a mom!
I also made plenty of mistakes. Some were out of ignorance of what was the right thing to do. Some were my own painful reactions to my own past. Parenting is a mixture of sheer love and terror. We fumble through the days, sometimes unaware of missteps we may be making.
Often, we only see the missteps in retrospect.
I look back at my clumsy parenting with great love, but some incidents stand out in horror. I made mistakes. I’m human.
First, take a breath. That realization doesn’t make you a bad mom. It makes you human.
Second, tell the truth – but tell it with compassion.
You were doing your best, even if your best was shaped by unhealed pain. That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for everything. But it does mean you get to hold both accountability and self-forgiveness at the same time.
Here’s what forgiveness looks like now:
If you’re in a season of rebuilding with your adult children, you might choose to say, “I know I didn’t always show up the way I wanted to. Some of that had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with what I hadn’t dealt with.”
That kind of honesty opens the door to healing.
And if they’re not ready to walk through that door with you?
You can still walk through it for yourself.
Because the second act of your life deserves freedom, not regret. Forgive the version of you that didn’t yet know what you know now.
You’re not perfect. But you’re still growing. And that matters more than you think.
Can you identify ways in which you parented from your own pain? Are you ready to let them go?
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After growing up with a mother who was highly critical and suppressive, I had no wish to be a parent myself. That was my solution.
There is so much more information today about raising a healthy child. Just about all young people are in therapy these days. I think it is a great sign. One thing does trouble me. Parents tell their children far too much about things that are not age appropriate (marriage difficulties, finances, etc.). Parents also over-schedule their children. Children need time to just play, explore things on their own.
This site loves to give bad parenting the ok to “move on.” You damaged someone and ruined their chances: move on! You used them as your punching bag so much that they are physically and emotionally scarred for life: move on! You sexually assaulted them as a child: move on!
Wrong. You need to take accountability and apologize – really apologize. Just moving on is wrong. Would you tell a rapist or murderer: so you did a bad thing: move on! Move on and be free without an ounce of the shame and guilt you should feel.
My abusive mother loves the articles like this in this site. Horrible. But you get your paid subscribers by saying what they want to hear. Not a good legacy for you.
Hello there dear. I was so sad to read this post. It sounds like you are deeply wounded and for that I am deeply sorry.
I wrote this article and I am not addressing parents who were intentionally abusive. (In my real life I am a criminal attorney and have seen every depravity known to man!) I am addressing the parent who made mistakes, who loved deeply, but who is flawed like the rest of us.
I pray that any one touched by imperfect parenting finds healing and grace. We all need it!
I truly can’t imagine raising kids again. The pressure to be the perfect mom is overwhelming, and then your adult children blame you for everything even though you gave everything you had to them. No matter what you do, you make mistakes and they seem to be unforgivable. I am working on forgiving myself and moving forward. Thank you for reminding me that I am not alone.
You are most definitely not alone!
This article speaks volumes to me, and I’m sure, to many of my generation. Thank you for this perspective. I thought I would do so much better … and I did … but now know it wasn’t enough. After years and years of beating myself up, defending my actions and trying to heal all the wounds I pray everyday to one day be reunited with my now adult, alienated children.