She just needs to show up and do the work needed. No chickening out. I have had to take what I dished to my own children for lack of knowledge and being loaded with a whole lot of bullshit. So we all must face our demons. Thoughts. I’ve faced mine.
And I’ve stood and taken back what I gave. Because that right. If it’s mine? I must take it. It’s words now. And each child deserves their moment to give back to their Mamas what was not theirs so Mama can learn too.
I’ve always let my kids give me my shit back. And I take it and put it in the trash. If their have more? I take that and throw it away. No need for a cross to bear when I have a garbage for yesterdays truths thrown up by my children. The woman I was is no more. And it’s all residue. As I shed the skin of a liar for higher. An illegitimate child posing as a normal child. What a horrible thing to teach me to do. So off base. So lied too. Validating between truth and tale. Weaving to and frow. Here? Or there? Lawful limbo. Identity arrest!
Up to date with the world. And our of date with my family. Or am I?