The Lessons Our Mothers Were Meant to Teach Us

​In the last few weeks alone, I’ve heard one client tell me that she and her mother are more
like sisters, and another tell me that her mom acts more like her daughter than her mother. I have one male client who unequivocally declared that his mom is his best friend and biggest supporter. An adolescent boy insisted that mom loves another son more, while two middle-aged women have said that a step-mom or adoptive mom favored her birth children.

The relationship we have with our mothers is often complicated, and is likely to undergo many changes throughout our lifetimes. The same mom who you thought “hung the moon” when you were little, was probably the overbearing and overprotective mother you rebelled against during your teen years. Your reliable rock of a mother may have been your steadfast support system while you raised your own children, only to become needier and even childlike in her old age.

We chose our mothers - and the lessons we're supposed to learn.

The reasons why we chose these particular women to be our mothers, and the lessons we’ve opted to learn by being their offspring, may very well be found in our past-life relationships. Our mothers today might have been our children in another lifetime. They might have been our husbands, friends and relatives. They might have been our teachers or our students, our bosses or our employees. One thing is clear, however: the relationship was no accident. Our choice of mothers was a deliberate decision made to help us grow and evolve.

My own mother was still a teenager when she became pregnant with me. She and my father lived with her parents until it became clear to my mom that they had to move out if she ever wanted to be a mother in her own right – yet she always lived near my grandmother and relied on her for support and guidance. My poor mom suffered through my “hippie” rebellious years, was embarrassed by my bra-burning women’s lib years, and was mortified by my being the first woman in the family (indeed, in the whole neighborhood!) to move in with my boyfriend without getting married. She didn’t understand my social views, my metaphysical beliefs or my decision to homeschool my son. Yet she defended me fiercely and – although she never told me so – her friends all report that she was proud of my independent nature and successes. We became inseparable best friends late in life, and eventually I became her caretaker.

So I can identify with my clients when they complain about their mothers. I can relate to them when they feel unappreciated or unloved. I can join in with those who sing their mom’s praises. And I can share the sadness of those mourning the loss of a mother.
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Exploring the roots of your relationship with your mom can offer you new insights.

Most rewarding of all, though past-life regression, I can help my clients gain some insights into the important life lessons their relationships with their mothers may have given them.

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