Just the other day, I heard someone say, "Our mothers cannot give us what they did not receive from their mothers." It sounded wise but didn't ring true for me. It always amazed me that my mother give us, me and my brother, the kind of unconditional love that she never felt she received. How did she do that?
I think that she approached parenting as a creative activity. She was determined to create something different than anything she had witnessed before. My mother was an artist and we were her works of art.
This taught me that any activity can be creative if we approach it with that intent. We always have a choice. We do not have to merely reproduce our lives from the molds handed down to us from those who came before. We can, each of us, make our life a work of art.
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