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On Feeling Like We Owe Our Mothers For Giving To Us Or Helping Us

One of the things I’ve had to stop myself from doing is mothering my mother as both of us get older.

I’ve had to sit with my guilt about how my life is evolving and this feeling that I need to pay my mother back for all the sacrifices she made so I live this life.

My mother never asked me to pay her back.

And part of me knows that this wouldn't be giving, it would be paying my mother back.

Sometimes, we take on financial responsibility no one asked us to take on.

We take it on ourselves and usually it's linked to our mothers and it's tied to the mother wound.

We can sometimes find ourselves feeling guilty the more successful we get and we don't know how to handle that guilt, so we give financially to our mothers.

We give financially, not because we want to, but because we feel guilty because we feel like we owe our mothers.

How Trauma Keeps Us From Receiving And Makes Us Perpetual Givers

I used to spend hours chanting (I was Nichiren Buddhist) just to pay rent.

The bigger my goal, the longer I used to chant. I'd host 10 hour chanting marathons because I believed a bigger goal took more time to achieve and I needed to chant for longer periods of time for the Universe/ Source/ God to hear my prayer and give to me.

I grew up seing my mom and aunts behave in the same way - they'd pray longer and harder when there was a big goal to achieve.

How to Forgive (Without Compromising Your Boundaries)

I’ve been thinking a lot about forgiveness and boundaries.

A few weeks ago I did the meditation on memories about money and had a past life memory.

It’s a memory I’ve had many times before in my past life regression sessions, where I saw my mother kill me. She was a soldier in that life and I was the wife of a man who was plotting treason and when the soldiers came looking for the man they found me.

My sister was my son in that lifetime and I had hid him (my son) in the shed so he could be safe.

In the meditation I flashed to this memory and I saw how right before I died I made a vow to avenge myself and avenge that killing.

This was a light bulb moment for me because I finally understood why my inner child at the age 4 was obsessed with vengeance, especially when it came to my mom.

The first time I ever flashed to this memory, a few years ago, I kept going back and forth between that past life memory and this life time.