My mother may lose her house and when she told me I was a bit of an ass. She has been struggling with bills for several years and I just told her that maybe it was for the best. I spoke impulsively, really. She hardly spoke to me for the next few days. I finally asked her if she was upset with me and she told me that I hurt her and it’s like it did not matter to me.
Losing the girls has really changed me. I apologized and told her that I knew exactly what it felt like to hear the words maybe it’s for the best. I realized then that I need to remember that not everyone that I encounter will have lost so much so soon, as I have. It’s just so easy for me to let anything go after I lost my babies.
I remember watching a segment on a financial advice show where the host told someone that was on the verge of bankruptcy to just let the house that is weighing her down go and to rebuild. I still remember the quiet look of relief on that woman’s face. It’s like someone told her it was ok to stop struggling…to stop the fight. It seemed so freeing and I just wanted that feeling for my mother. My sentiment and wish for her were sincere and loving, my execution – hardly.
Thankfully, we are speaking again and I am in her graces once more.
But I never thought I’d be the one putting my foot in my mouth when it came to sensitivity.