Hello Betterdayz .
I was voluntarily estranged from my mother for several years. I was doing therapy and was rehashing my past and found a great deal of fault with my parents. I dug up all the skeletons and along with it the painful memories and our relationship just blew up.
My parents moved back to the Czech Republic shortly after and we didn’t speak for 2 or 3 years. I kept doing therapy and realized that fault was an illusion and I forgave them and started the process of mending.
I would remember the times when I was a little boy and my mother was my world and it would always remember that unshakeable love that we shared. Growing up changes love but we can still remember what it was once like, and it never actually leaves us it’s just clouded by opinions and worries, vengeance and pride etc.
The only way I could love my mother again was with the love of a little boy, pure and without judgement and in return her heart responded in kind.
Now we have a sweet and honest connection, we don’t talk that often and that’s alright.
Not all mothers are the same, they are in some ways but not in others, so my story is my story, not a blueprint for anyone else, but it’s how I reconnected with my mother.
I realized that I had to do all the forgiving first.