Skeletons In The Closet.

Sometimes skeletons in the closet do not wait on your timetable. A lot of times things happen which we think, or hope will stay buried comes out in the open ready or not. When this happens, you are faced with dealing with it or trying to ignore it in some other kind of way. If other people are involved and secrets that have been hidden for decades are revealed, a lot of family members can be hurt because they feel like all these years they have been lied to. Sometimes things happen and one is forced to deal with issues that have been hidden for a long time.

Such a thing sort of happened with me and my mother. What made the issue surface again is when I had a daughter. God could have blessed me with another boy. But this time he saw fit to bless me with a girl. Can't go into all the details. But when I was little, I had a sister who passed away when she was an infant. I was young at the time and didn't quite understand what happened and what was going on.

Mom had a very hard time dealing with this and so did I. It was never talked about again and that which we both thought would never come up again surfaced when I had a daughter. It just happens that the issue came up and for a moment, but in that moment we were able to talked about it. I remember asking her did it still bother her, and she said to me, "No. I just take all my love and put it on this baby." I don't think this issue would have ever come up again if I had another boy. God knows how to bring things to the surface at the right moment and at the right time.

Sometimes, things in the past have to be dealt with before healing can begin. In the end, the relationship between my mother and I was never the way I wanted it, but once I had a daughter who became my mom's granddaughter, things begin to heal between us. She was able to open up and share a little about things that had happened to her growing up in life. By her sharing with me the things that she went through, it gave me a better understanding of her as a person and I understood better why she reacted over certain things that seemed trivia to me at times. Before Mom passed, I was able to make peace between me and her by telling her that I loved her.

And even though I didn't understand everything when that incident happened, I told her that now that I was grown, I understood. I told her that I loved her and, in her way, I knew she loved me the best way she knew how. Sometimes it is hard for people to love someone when they are hurting themselves. It's hard for them to receive love from others and they at times push people away. It's nothing personal a lot of times. It's just they have things that happen to them that perhaps was never dealt with the right way; therefore, their reaction to things might seem to others overreacting.

In conclusion, I've learned that what is covered up and never talked about at times does more damage than good. It's only when it is out in the open that the healing process begins and once the healing process begins perhaps relationships can be restored.