Earlier in this
book, I suggested that you write your memoirs. Even if you don’t sit
down to do that, I’m going to suggest that you review your life.
Reading my mother’s memoir was a
profound experience, one that touched my heart and brought compassion
into it in a way I hadn’t been able to experience from all my
family-of-origin work. As a child, I’d shut down when my mother would
talk about her experiences. I’d turn off my listening device. It sounded
like grumbling and complaining to me. I didn’t want to hear about her
pain.
But when I read about her life in story
form, I experienced a different response. I was able to read it
objectively, not as her daughter or a person feeling guilty because I
wished she hadn’t had all the pain she did. I saw how directly her
experiences had created and shaped who she was. I saw the desires of
her heart. I saw her tragedies, her broken dreams. I saw her heroism,
too.
My snippy little reactions—the
irritating mother-daughter stuff—vanished in this new light. She was no
longer a mother who had issues. She was a human being nobly living her
life. Like the rest of us, she had her frailties, her vulnerable areas,
and her strong points.
The point here isn’t for you to read
about my mother. It’s for you to take a new look at your life and all
the experiences you’ve been through, endured, survived, and then
transcended. When I wrote my life story, I resisted at first. I hadn’t
enjoyed it that much going through it. I didn’t want to relive all those
experiences.
But something happened in the actual
writing. It was similar to what happened when I read my mother’s
account of her life. I began to see myself and what I’d been through
differently, in a new, more compassionate light.
Each experience, each decade, each
chapter in the book taught me something valuable. From each experience
I’d been through, I reclaimed or discovered new insight and power. Maybe
much of what I had preferred to forget or turn my back on wasn’t the
wasted life I thought it was.
What a beautiful story each one of us
has. Whether your experiences ever make it into a book, it’s still your
book of life. Are you grateful for each chapter you’ve lived? Are you
grateful for each experience you’ve had? Are you grateful for the story
you’re living now?
The good news is, the story of our lives hasn’t ended yet. There’s still more to come.
Touch the experience of being human in all of its sorrow and joy.
Be grateful for the story you’re living now
God, help me to laugh, cry, love, be
aware, and be thankful with all my heart for every moment and each
experience that I’ve been given. Thank you for my life.