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Forgiveness is something I've struggled with for as long as I can remember. Actually, I haven't struggled with it at all, I just haven't ever seen the rationality behind it. Why forgive when you can move on? Why set yourself up for disapointment? People don't change, not really they don't. One chance, one mistake- that's it we're over, you're over, get up, get out.
But lately, through this whole therapy thing with my Mom, I've tried a different approach. I went physically through the motion of telling her - I forgive you. And even though I didn't mean it at the time, I told her I did. And the last month has been a slice of heaven. We spent time together, worked out together, talked together. She giggled with me about her first date with Fred. I dragged her onto every rollercoaster at Six Flags and she loved it. It's just been fabulous.
So maybe forgiveness is possible for me. Maybe I can let it go. Maybe I have more to gain then I do to lose.
But lately, through this whole therapy thing with my Mom, I've tried a different approach. I went physically through the motion of telling her - I forgive you. And even though I didn't mean it at the time, I told her I did. And the last month has been a slice of heaven. We spent time together, worked out together, talked together. She giggled with me about her first date with Fred. I dragged her onto every rollercoaster at Six Flags and she loved it. It's just been fabulous.
So maybe forgiveness is possible for me. Maybe I can let it go. Maybe I have more to gain then I do to lose.