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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I became pregnant just out of high school. Was taken to my in-laws where my MIL made up a stupid story about me and my husband and how we ran off to get married, and then hid me under the bed while I was very pregnant, when friends came to visit. I was totally lost, and living with a controlling woman. My mom was overwhelmed with what had transpired, as I dropped all this on her just 18 months after my Dad passed away when I was just 17.
Skip forward to two more marriages, after the first one failed after thirteen years. I remarried twice, and swore I would never have any more children, mostly because I had been such a child myself when I had my first child. I carried this guilt and still do, even though today (until recently) women were free to get abortions, no questions asked. I didn’t have that. There was a stigma then and abortions were whispered about and shameful to do. Those next two marriages both failed and I had two abortions, ashamed that I had allowed it to happen again and still not wanting any more children, just my own life instead.
This early on trauma will always be with me, and it makes me feel dirty and unfit to be a human being. My adult son and daughter are the loves of my life but I guess I never earned their respect and they have not been very accepting of my life as it is. I gave up a lot in order for them to be taken care of many years ago. I have failed at almost every turn with my decision making and although we get along on the surface they are not forthcoming with love, rather we have a superficial relationship built on lies and half truths. They are both well off, and I always feel as though they are ashamed of me.
I am happier on my own at this point, yet I just left the life I loved to move across the country back to them because now I’m getting old and for whatever reason, my daughter has managed to get me to come back but still doesn’t have any time for me.
I would need a lot of therapy, which I can’t afford, to straighten out my pain, and why bother now? It would take all my time and attention and I’m 75 years old now and probably won’t live much longer.
Children having children always ends up badly for all parties.
Hi Robin, you precious soul!
You have had such a difficult life! You pushed through so many difficulties and challenges. You have more strength than you realize!
You said you just moved closer to your daughter. That’s awesome that she wanted you to! Surely, she is busy with your life but the fact that she wanted your nearer speaks volumes!
What can you do to start getting out a bit more? Is there a nearby church or senior center? Can you volunteer somewhere for a couple hours a week?
I have a feeling, dear, gently heart, that you have much more to do and share in life! I encourage you to start looking around for some new adventures!
Grace and peace,
Christine