by KCLAnderson | Jan 20, 2020 | Anger, Awareness, Emotions, Generational patterns, journal writing, Mother Wound, Mother-daughter relationship, Relationships, Shadow, The Wisdom of Others
“The one who tested and triggered you the most was also the one who was sent forth to set you free from the pattern.” ~ as seen on the Internet I am not a mother. You may already know that. I never wanted to be a mother and at 57 I still have no regrets in...
by KCLAnderson | Nov 15, 2019 | Awareness, Emotions, Feminism, Generational patterns, Mother Wound, Mother-daughter relationship
Last summer my mother asked me why I didn’t want to have children. She was sure there was a specific reason like: “You didn’t want to have to clean poopy diapers or hold someone’s head while they threw up.” While that is true, it’s not “the reason.” I replied that...
by KCLAnderson | Oct 30, 2019 | Awareness, Empowerment, Generational patterns, Mother Wound, Mother-daughter relationship, Uncategorized
I am reading the final proof of The Difficult Mother-Daughter Relationship Journal: A Guide For Revealing & Healing Toxic Generational Patterns and am reminded once again how powerful this work has been – and continues to be – in my life. How many times have you...
by KCLAnderson | Oct 4, 2019 | Awareness, Emotions, Generational patterns, Mother Wound, Mother-daughter relationship, Re-mothering, Shame
Dear you… A couple of years ago, I was tagged in a thread on Facebook in which someone shared an article about why unloved daughters struggle to escape shame. Several women commented that this had been (and in some cases still is) their experience. “This is my...
by KCLAnderson | Apr 12, 2019 | Mother Wound, Uncategorized
…even if she’s the Mother we never had. Was there something in the air? Or a celestial phenomenon? I had a moment of deep sorrow a few weeks ago. I sobbed. And then, for a day or so, the tears would leak, seemingly unbidden, from my eyes. The sorrow...
by KCLAnderson | Apr 24, 2018 | Anger, Awareness, Boundaries, Emotions, Feminism, Mother Wound, Mother-daughter relationship, Relationships, The Wisdom of Others, Trauma
I’m sitting alone at the table in our small dining room in Trumbull, CT. My mother is in the kitchen and my stepfather is standing in the doorway watching me. On my plate is a pile of cold lima beans congealed with margarine. I had ruined our dinner because I...
