Shhh… my Soul is talking, listen.

There is forgiveness in understanding.

Understanding that she did the best she could with the tools she was given.

Understanding that the times, community, and culture didn’t prepare her for a neurodivergent child or how to cope.

A child she protected from the world as best she could, even if it made the child isolated, alone, and anxious.

Forgiveness comes from understanding.

I watched a reel about the struggles modern moms face with neurodivergent children, and I cried for my mom. 

I cried for my mother, who must have been so lost, overwhelmed, and alone with her high-vibrating child.

I cried for the child she tried to help, but her protectiveness unintentionally made things worse.

I cried.  I forgave.

There is forgiveness in understanding.