This I believe
I believe in the power of forgiveness. When I was a little girl, my mother left
my brother and I. People have told me that my mom didn’t love us anymore.
So my dad raised us all our lives. And for that I’m thankfull for. Well as
years went by I was now about eight and my brother six, my mom told my
Dad she wanted to spend the weekend with her kids, so my dad let us go
with her but little did know that he wouldn’t see us again. She ended up
kidnapping us for about a year. When she first took us, she told us that my
Dad didn’t want or love us anymore. My brother and I started to believe that
my dad didn’t want us any more because, months were passing by and we
never got a call neirth he came looking for us. So we were very heart
broken. We spent our days crying for him to come for us, but it just never
happen. We moved to San Diego from Tijuana, Mexico. We started school in San
Diego for a week or two, then cops pulled my brother and me from our class rooms
and told us they have been looking for us for a long time and my dad has
been up and down California looking with them. So they took us back with
my dad. We were the happiest kids on earth. When we ask my dad if he loved
us, he said, ‘’with all my heart and I will never let you go with anyone again.’’ As
years past, my dad let us visit our mom . He said,’’ go and visit her if you want’’, we didn’t go right away. The first time I saw her after that I was about 12 years old. I was really mad at her. Ever since that I see her once in a great while. As years pass by I ended really sick one day. I called my mom to take me to the emergency room she said, ‘’yeah, and I’ll be there right now.’’ Little did I know she wasn’t going to show up at all. My boyfriend ended up taking me. I heard later from a close friend of the family that she went out of town to be with friends. I was thinking to myself
why would a mother do that to her own child? I never got that answer to this
very day. Her own sister took me in and took care of me. Not once did my
Moms even come to check up on me. Not once in my life did she give money
to my dad to help out or buy us school cloths. As more years pass by I
graduated one year early from high school, she didn’t even tell me anything.
I had my son, it was her first time being a grandmother. But she
was never there throughout my pregnancy, when I need her the most. On the
day of my son first birthday party she didn’t go because she was sick. Later that
day I found out she was shopping, I ask myself and till this day I still do why
wouldn’t a first time grandmother wouldn’t want to see her grandson turn
one. That made me cry for days. I thought to myself really hard, what did I
do to her that made her this way toward me. I still don’t know that answer.
My son is 23 months and for some crazy reason he does not like my mom. Is
it because he can sense that she will treat him the same way she did to me.
He’ll see her and want to move away from her or even cry. I feel really bad
but what does she want me to do when she is never around. Between
my life and now she just been a big fat liar that I really hate. I try to talk her
but she just too busy talking on the phone or with friends or work. That
makes me feel unwanted. I’ll be 20 years old in about three days my son will
be 2 years old in three weeks I’ll see what happens until then. I do believe
in this; I forgive my mom for leaving us and my dad taking care of us and
because of that my dad made me a better mother than she was and a better
person than her. But is it wroth the while to forgiver her for the pain she’s
caused for my son and me. But I do know one thing, we all deserve a second
chance in life!
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