I Blame my Parents

I called my Mom this morning.  It’s her birthday today.  She’s 81.  She gave me an order a few days ago to NOT send her a birthday present and I always do what she tells me (that was my first lie).  Instead, Paco, my awesome and incredibly rich dog, sent her a gift.  It’s her fault. 

She made me this way.

She only had a few minutes to talk, as she was off to go on a 3-mile hike/walk before going to the public library for a conversational Spanish class.  She had already made sure my Dad got off to his day at the Adult Center.  He has Alzheimer’s Disease.  She is his primary caregiver.  Just your typical 81-year old…I know.

After we hung up, I sat for my morning meditation, where all of the things I blame my parents for came up. That’s what we do, right?  We can be in our 30s, 40s, 50s, and even our 60s, and still blaming our parents for our problems.  But do we ever blame them for the good stuff?  Rarely.  Today I get to.  After all, I’m entitled…it’s my Mom’s birthday.

Here’s your other present, Mom…I blame you and Dad for:

  • My constant desire to grow and learn and share my knowledge.
  • My independence, resilience, and ability to land on my feet.
  • My wicked and awesome quick wit and sense of humor.
  • My open-mindedness and belief that other people’s journey is just that…their journey.
  • My innate gift of writing and communicating from my heart.
  • My love of my country and our veterans.
  • My tears when I see a touching commercial, listen to a heartfelt speech, or get lost in a beautiful song.
  • My desire to help others and make the world a better place for all of us.
  • My love for my family, my partner, and my friends and knowing the importance of connection.
  • The ability to climb my way out of the depths of darkness when those times have overcome my life.
  • My connection to nature and my absolute love for the animal world (#Paco).
  • The gift of being my authentic-self and being loved for just who I am.

All of the stuff that I struggle with is not their responsibility anymore.

It’s my job to parent myself these days. It’s my job to take ownership of my wins and my losses and to feel them, and either celebrate or grieve them. They don’t have to parent me anymore like I’m a child, even though sometimes I want them to. They already did that and now they do what amazing parents do…they love and support me, no matter what. What more could a little girl ask for?

I’d like to end this blaming them one last time.  I blame them for my life…one that I love and that I wouldn’t have, if it wasn’t for them.

Published by Karen Solt

I am an Emotional Wellness Coach, YouTuber, Blogger, and activist for peace, unity, freedom, equality and connection. I hold a Masters in Psychology (Counseling) and am passionate about helping others. A retired Navy Senior Chief veteran, I have had various life experiences that have created my unique style of coaching. I remain curious about the human experience and am beyond grateful for the life I share with my fabulous dog, Paco. You can learn more about me and my work at KarenSolt.com, https://www.youtube.com/c/KarenSolt, or you can reach me at Karen@KarenSolt.com.

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