A Tribute To My Remarkable Mother: My Miraculous Healing

I would like to pay tribute to my Mother and tell you about an experience I had that knocked my socks off and completely transformed in an instant my relationship with my Mom. Miraculous is the only word that adequately describes it. I invite you to consider your relationship with your Mother this Mother’s Day!

First things first:  My Wonderful Mother

My Mom has true grit and heart.  She grew up poor and has a high school education.  As a young woman, she worked for Bel Aero Systems as a technical illustrator.  She is very artistic and draws and paints.

As a young girl, my Mom’s eyes were crossed.  Her family didn’t have money for corrective surgery and at age 15 the Lion’s Club paid for her surgery.  My Mother has contributed countless hours to the Lion’s Club, including being instrumental in forming new clubs, various projects, and funding campaigns.

At age 75 my Mother was District Governor of the Lion’s Club in Pennsylvania, having the second largest territory in the world.  She traveled to over 100 districts during her tenure and is still going strong.  All her efforts are as a volunteer.

My Mom loves art and brought a mural art program to her small town of Milton, Pennsylvania.  The town is in the process of receiving its third mural.  She is currently collaborating to begin a furniture factory in her town in order to provide jobs as many of the factories and businesses have closed over the years.

My Mom’s Heart Is The Best

The worst thing you can say about my Mom is she gives too much. She tends to take care of the needy, even though she could use help herself.   I think she would literally take the shirt off her back if she encountered someone who needed it.  I’ve seen her take her last $20 and give it away, more than once.

One of her favorite things is to meet with a group of friends and sing at Dory’s, a friend of hers, piano bar.   It’s a great group of people.  Anyone at the restaurant/bar who was there alone would quickly be brought into the fold by my Mom.

By the way, when my Mom was young she sang in a nightclub. It was always great having her sing Moon River to us and tell us stories about the Little Blue Man. She could imitate Donald Duck perfectly and could play both parts of the 2 Crows.  Puff the Magic Dragon was beautiful, but I felt sad for little Jackie Paper.

My Mother began her own business about 25 years ago called Profiles of Pennsylvania.  She started with $10, enough to copy contracts as she sells advertising in these lovely brochures.  Her brochures are throughout central Pennsylvania and contain a history of the town, beautiful photos of historic sites, and a map.

At 77 years of age my Mother still has this business (Mom, if you read this my sincere apologies as I know you are now much younger than I).  See what I mean, true grit!

I have always been welcomed in my Mom’s home, along with my friends and loves regardless of their backgrounds.  She has worked hard all her life and yet has never been financially abundant. She re-financed her house to help me through college.

Those Damn Buttons Our Mothers Push

We’ve all had experiences in childhood that weren’t exactly hunky dory and I had my share.  Although I loved my Mother, we were in fairly frequent contact and I visited, there was always a wedge between us.

Also, you know that feeling of chalk screeching on a chalk board.  That feeling that creates a not so very pleasant chill up your spine and causes your hair to stand on end.  My Mom could open her mouth and that was often the sound I heard. I could tell she heard that sound occasionally when I spoke too – imagine that!

I was holding onto some resentments.  I just couldn’t bring myself to cut my Mom any slack, unfair as it was.   And, as I mentioned, there was a wedge between us, a silent inexplicable distance.  We both felt sad about it, I could tell.

Mom’s and their children have those special BUTTONS that are reserved only for each other.  You know what I’m talking about, the chalk board kind).  Ironically, it seems that Mothers often receive the most criticism.  Maybe it’s because they have been primarily the ones who have been there, to make the most mistakes, but also to give the most.

My Dad wasn’t perfect, yet I had always felt as if my Dad was a kindred spirit.  We were naturally on the same wave length.  I felt sad that this wasn’t the case with my Mom, or so I thought.  It was a loss for me.  I couldn’t send warm fuzzy cards because I didn’t feel it.

You notice I said Mom’s and their children push those special buttons, reserved only for each other.   Naturally, it goes both directions, but we only see through our own eyes. Unless, that is, something miraculous occurs.

The amazing happened.

My Miraculous Healing

A few years ago I had a remarkable experience I can only call miraculous.

I wasn’t feeling great physically and was listening to my favorite healing tapes, The Mystery Of Healing http://drcondor.com/(now called Engaging The Healer Within http://drcondor.com – I attempted to access to send you the link and was informed new site will be up soon!). In the past, I’d had a few remarkable experiences with these tapes, but nothing prepared me for this one.

As I was listening to one of the tapes, I went into a deep state of relaxation.  I felt waves of healing energy pouring over me.  Out of the blue, a “voice” said “Love Your Mother”. I swear I literally heard those words!

The unseen hand revealed itself and became visible in that moment. For about 45 minutes healing waves poured over me as I wept in a state of ecstasy and appreciation.

Everything changed in those few short moments and I instantly fell deeply in love with my Mother. I have loved her with a hugeness of heart and soul since that moment.  Her well-being is of the utmost importance to me.  I have recognized the wonderful qualities that are my Mother.  Her wisdom, support, humor, contribution to the world around her, and her love.  I am looking at her through new eyes.

I have come to recognize in myself, her, and appreciate what she has contributed to making me who I am.   A deep sense of admiration of her lives inside of me.  I adore her.

Nothing changed and yet everything changed. Why?  Because of my perception.  My Mom didn’t change, I changed.We create our lives through our perceptions.

I was blind and now I see differently.  I have been freed and everything is now set “right” with my Mom and me.

As you might imagine, our relationship has changed dramatically.  When I call my Mom she picks up the phone, and her voice lights up when she hears it’s me.  My heart feels warmed.  She knows I love her and we now freely exchange love without the distance that separated us in the past.

Naturally, things aren’t perfect.  We push the buttons now and then.  After all, isn’t that what families are for?   Yet, it’s good and enough.  For both of us, I suspect.

My primary goal in any of my achievements is to be able to assist my Mom to have a life of ease without financial worry.  I want to see her reap benefits of her lifetime of contribution to those around her and to the community.  She has touched many lives, including mine.  I am proud of my Mom.

Life Is Wondrous

The miracle of falling deeply in love with my Mother has been perhaps the greatest gift I have ever received. I did nothing to receive it.  I consider it an act of grace. An act of grace that I am worthy of receiving, as I believe we are all worthy.

These miracles are the stuff that life is made of.  It is the reason I feel so captivated by this remarkable life experience.

My Mom has never heard this story, so Mom if you read this, I am glad that you’re my Mother.

I would love to hear from you about your own experiences with your Mother and I invite you to consider taking a step forward in healing that relationship.

Be well, and may you all have the opportunity to fall more deeply in love with your Mother.

Lauren

P.S. Don’t Kill Your Mom

Hey, by the way, don’t kill your Mom.   When I was little – truly, I was really teeny and I knoweth not what I doeth – my Mom was laying on the bed laughing with her mouth wide open.  I was sitting on top of her straddling her.  Those purty shiny dangling earrings she was wearing were so very lovely.  I snatched one off her ear and dropped it down her throat before she knew what hit her.

She choked for awhile, but I’m happy to say she lived!  Thank god the unseen hand showed up!

The moral of the story:  don’t kill your Mom. It wouldn’t make for a good hair day!