As I reflect on the past month, I'm reminded of the profound impact that a simple yet intentional act has had on my relationship with my mother. For 30 days, I made a conscious effort to shower her with love, and the results have been nothing short of transformative.
I stopped trying so hard. That’s the paradox. The more I pushed love at her, the more she deflected. So week three, I tried something else. I just sat with her. No agenda. No “showering.” Just presence.
The prompt leaves essential gaps that drive deeper meaning:
As the month closes, the "experiment" is technically over, but the way I see her has been permanently altered. I’ve realized that I don't need a special occasion to be kind, and she doesn't need to be perfect to be cherished. We are simply two people walking each other home, and the path is much brighter when we bother to hold the light for one another.
As I reflect on the past month, I'm reminded of the profound impact that a simple yet intentional act has had on my relationship with my mother. For 30 days, I made a conscious effort to shower her with love, and the results have been nothing short of transformative.
I stopped trying so hard. That’s the paradox. The more I pushed love at her, the more she deflected. So week three, I tried something else. I just sat with her. No agenda. No “showering.” Just presence. After a month of showering my mother with love ...
The prompt leaves essential gaps that drive deeper meaning: As I reflect on the past month, I'm
As the month closes, the "experiment" is technically over, but the way I see her has been permanently altered. I’ve realized that I don't need a special occasion to be kind, and she doesn't need to be perfect to be cherished. We are simply two people walking each other home, and the path is much brighter when we bother to hold the light for one another. That’s the paradox