My grandmother recently passed away and my mother and I have been grieving her loss. We were very close to her.
Few days back, I decided to cheer us up by making a plan for a movie. My mother refused.
"How can I go for a movie. My mother has just died. We have not even completed the ritualistic grieving period of 40 days.
But you go. Cheer yourself up."
Amazing - a mother's love for her child. A mother wants her child to be happy and cheerful. Why can we not love ourselves like that? Why do we need to be harsh on ourselves when we are so loving and compassionate with our loved ones? Where is the love for self? Are we not worthy? Don't we deserve the compassion that we reserve for our children?
Few days back, I decided to cheer us up by making a plan for a movie. My mother refused.
"How can I go for a movie. My mother has just died. We have not even completed the ritualistic grieving period of 40 days.
But you go. Cheer yourself up."
Amazing - a mother's love for her child. A mother wants her child to be happy and cheerful. Why can we not love ourselves like that? Why do we need to be harsh on ourselves when we are so loving and compassionate with our loved ones? Where is the love for self? Are we not worthy? Don't we deserve the compassion that we reserve for our children?
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