I blame her because I’m supposed to blame her for everything that I cannot do/get/have/be, right? Isn’t that our plight as mothers, to be held ultimately responsible for every failure, character flaw, and bad luck that our offspring encounter or have?
Well, I for one am REJECTING that shit and accepting responsibility for my complete and utter Lent failure. *Warning: Awkward sentence ahead* There is no reasonable way that a woman my age is in any way NOT responsible for my own choices, successes and failures. I credit my parents with raising me to feel loved, important, independent, creative, clever, capable and worthy. I do not lay blame at their feet for any of my poor choices, mistakes, misguided beliefs or moral trespasses. If I’m going to Hell, it will be on a ticket that I bought and not because anyone else booked my trip.
So, the bottom line. I am a Lent-failure. But, in an effort to be kinder to myself, for every failure, I’ve decided to acknowledge and celebrate a success to help maintain balance. So, with that in mind, yes I failed at Lent, but I totally owned the whole putting-on-my-pants-while-standing-up-and-not-falling-over deal. See? For every failure there really is a success. it’s all about expectations and perspective, people.
Besides, there’s always next year, and knowing me, I’ll give it another shot. 😉
