How Loved She Was, In Receiving


Why is it that many of us have a resistance to receiving and allowing others to do for us?

Sure, we can give and do for others, but when it comes time for reciprocation, we say, “Oh no, that’s okay…I don't really need help. But thank you.”

It may be because we don’t want to feel obligated.

It may be pride, because we don’t want to appear needy.

And it may be for another reason not realized by us.

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I am sharing this post today because once again, I've been reflecting on my mother and recalling certain things she learned through her illness; leaving me with those lessons.

My mother forever reached out to others in time of need; whether it was financially; to do someone a favor like, feeding and walking their dog; or to just be an ear and listen.

She was a huge advocate for charity. And she just didn’t talk about it, she walked the talk.

My mother was also someone who, regardless of how she might have been treated by others in the past, would always forgive and come to their aid whenever they needed something.

She was a hell of a lot more forgiving than I am.

She lived what she believed spiritually, to have compassion for people’s faults.

Yes, she lived what she believed in her heart.

To give, to just give.

Now to be honest, my mother was also a stubborn individual. And when times came that she needed help, she had difficultly receiving. And at times, would refuse.

Part of the reason was because I think she felt that receiving meant she was weak. And part of it was because she didn’t like to inconvenience anyone or be a bother.

After my mother was diagnosed with cancer last year, her friends and family came out of the woodwork to help. I’ve never seen so many people come to my mother’s aid and lend a hand for anything she needed. It was as if everyone rallied together as one, returning all the kindness and charity she had given throughout her life.

It was truly beautiful.

Yet, I remember talking on the phone with her one night in which she shared her surprise at how everyone was helping her and calling her to see how she was doing. And although she was touched and moved, she couldn’t comprehend it.

She said to me, “Ronnie, everyone is offering to do things for me and being so kind. I’m grateful, but I can’t believe it.”

I was totally puzzled, “Why can’t you believe it, I don’t understand?”

She replied, “I don’t know, it just feels so strange.”

That’s when I asked, “Why don’t you just allow everyone to do whatever they want because you have helped others so many times in past, we just want to give that help back. Now it’s your turn to be helped and supported. So allow everyone to give because we love you.”

“That’s it Ronnie, I don’t think I ever realized how much I am loved.”

“Believe it lady, you are.”

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My mother learned a great deal through her illness; growing until the end of her journey.

Like water for flowers, she learned to receive. And that it didn’t mean weakness, it meant strength.

She saw the charity she had given, come full circle.

She realized her worth on this planet.

And she left with no regrets.

But most importantly, she learned just how LOVED she was.

In receiving...


Have a beautiful weekend everyone!
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59 comments

  1. 'My mother learned a great deal through her illness'


    And I have learned a lot through reading about her. Your mother was truly loved and I feel privileged to be able to learn from the things you write about her.


    Just the other day, I turned down a helping hand and now I feel terrible. It wasn't so much a hand that was offered but a telephone number. I had been telling a neighbour about my husband's medical condition and she asked if I would like her number, just in case of emergency. I said, 'No, we'll be okay.' And now I could kick myself. It would have been so much nicer and friendlier to accept. I mean, what harm could it do me? Moreover... why did I refuse?


    Thanks for making me examine myself, my friend. Hope you have a rewarding weekend.

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  2. "Why is it that many of us have a resistance to receiving and allowing others to do for us?"

    not sure, ron. some people say it makes them feel weak. depending on what it is, i have rejected help, but if i really needed it, then i have to put my pride aside and accept it.

    i'm a huge giver because it makes me happy to do so. something we have to remember when people give to us; not to deny them the happiness that we get from giving.

    "So allow everyone to give because we love you.”



    sums it up. love is not only an emotion, but an action.

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  3. I've read many times that the people who are giving actually receive more intrinsically from being the giver than the actual receiver. I think that's why we sometimes enjoy giving, but don't like receiving, if that makes any sense!

    Hope you have a good weekend, Ron! XO

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  4. I can understand how your mother felt because I feel the same way - I would much rather give than receive. I'm so glad your mother understood, at the end, how much people loved her for her caring/giving ways, I would be so happy if I thought people would feel that way about me. x

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  5. Our pastor once offered to lend us, long term, an expensive piece of equipment and we gratefully refused. How could we borrow something like that? What if we damaged it? He taught us then, that it was as important to receive as it was to give. If we refuse to receive, others are being prevented from giving. We hadn't looked at it that way before, but remembered his little lesson whenever those times arose.



    We didn't always want the help, because we could do a better job ourselves, but sometimes you have to let go of things like that and just accept the help offered, for the givers sake. Sometimes accepting is actually giving.

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  6. Ron, this post is so beautiful! I bet your mother looks from above and just glows with joy having had you as her son. Whenever you speak of her, it's so clear the bond you shared.

    And you're right, why do many of us have issues with receiving? I can give freely, but am so resistant to receive in return. It's as you said, pride, feeling obligated, and feeling weak. But it's important for us to receive as well as take because it's a balance. Receiving is almost like giving because we give the giver the joy of giving.

    Thank you so much for sharing your feelings throughout this whole experience with you mother because I have learned so much. I so wish I had known her.

    Have a wonderful weekend, Ron!

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  7. Goooood morning Valerie!

    Thank you, dear lady. Yes, I TOO have learned so many things from her, and it's becoming more and more evident as time goes by.

    " And now I could kick myself. It would have been so much nicer and friendlier to accept. I mean, what harm could it do me? Moreover... why did I refuse?"



    As I shared, I think many us do that (myself included). However, I am getting better at allowing others to do things for me and receiving, without letting my pride get in the way. Yet, sometimes it's a simple as allowing others to show how much they care for and love me. I was going through the same lesson as my mother was during her illness, with everyone at work doing things for me while I was gone. They were SO kind to me.


    Much thanks for stopping by, Valerie. Have a LOVELY weekend!


    X

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  8. Hey V Girl!

    "some people say it makes them feel weak. depending on what it is, i have rejected help, but if i really needed it, then i have to put my pride aside and accept it."

    Same here. But I'm learning more how accept and allowing others to give and do for me. And it's not weakness, it's strength.

    "something we have to remember when people give to us; not to deny them the happiness that we get from giving."

    Exactly. Giving is often a way of giving back.

    "sums it up. love is not only an emotion, but an action."



    LOVED that, Val!!!!!!


    Thanks so much for stopping by, girl. Have a fantabulous weekend!


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  9. " I think that's why we sometimes enjoy giving, but don't like receiving, if that makes any sense!"


    Yes, that makes TOTAL sense.


    Which is why I think it's important to reciprocate giving and receiving.


    Thanks a bunch for stopping by, my friend. Have a great weekend!


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  10. Good morning Pearl!

    Yes, I think many of us feel that way.

    "I'm so glad your mother understood, at the end, how much people loved her for her caring/giving ways."

    I think that is THE most incredible thing she learned. Just how much she was loved. And she was.

    " I would be so happy if I thought people would feel that way about me."



    I'm SURE they do...x


    Thanks for stopping by, m'dear! Have a lovely weekend!

    X

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  11. Hey there Babs!

    "He taught us then, that it was as important to receive as it was to give. If we refuse to receive, others are being prevented from giving. We hadn't looked at it that way before, but remembered his little lesson whenever those times arose."

    Bingo! When we receive, we allow others to give. And that's one of the things my mother and I talked about. She and I learned this lesson simultaneously because, like her, it was a struggle for me to accept. Now, I hear a little voice inside my head anytime I start to refuse receiving, that says, "Remember Ron...allow."

    "but sometimes you have to let go of things like that and just accept the help offered, for the givers sake."



    You're so right, my friend!


    Much thanks for stopping by, Babs. Have a lovely weekend!


    X to you and Mo!

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  12. Hola Denise!

    Thank you :) My mother and I were very much a like in many ways, so we understood each other and could talk freely about it.

    " But it's important for us to receive as well as take because it's a balance. Receiving is almost like giving because we give the giver the joy of giving."



    You're so right. Receiving is giving. A balance.


    And I thank YOU and everyone else here who, supported me while walking through this experience last year. It was of GREAT help. Sometimes I would read everyone's comments back to my mother on the phone and she was so touched.


    Have a super weekend, girl. And much thanks for stopping by!


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  13. Ron, the feeling that comes through in your writing is remarkable because things you say go straight to my core. You can make me laugh, but then turn around and make me feel so much emotion that I'm moved to think and feel. Your writing is raw and honest.


    Thanks for sharing what you learn.

    This was beautiful, dude.

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  14. Beautiful sentiments Ron. My own mother died when I was only nine or ten and although she would never know it, her strength, and my desire to live up to it, taught me the independence that I have always cherished.

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  15. Thank you, Matt. Sometimes I feel humorous and other times more reflective. Lately it's been reflective.

    I've learned a lot from mother, so I want to remember and share.

    Always great seeing ya, buddy. Thanks for stopping by and have an AWESOME weekend!

    X

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  16. Hey there Dale!

    "My own mother died when I was only nine or ten and although she would never know it, her strength, and my desire to live up to it, taught me the independence that I have always cherished."



    That is so BEAUTIFUL!!!! And I'm sure she knows.


    I don't know if you knew this, but my biological mother died when I was 6 years old, so I know how you feel. The mother I speak of in this post was my stepmother, who married my father when I was only 8 years old. So she had a great impact on my life. She was a wonderful lady.


    Thanks for stopping buddy. Have a SUPER weekend!


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  17. Hello Ron,
    My compliments for a profound and touching post. It strikes a tender chord for everyone who has lost one or both parent(s).
    Life lessons are sometimes some of the last lessons we will learn and yes the hardest. I agree that our parents are the mentors when their lessons have been of worth, and that is the case for your Mom.
    Thank you for sharing.
    Wishing you healing and peace.
    Barb

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  18. Hey there Barb!

    "Life lessons are sometimes some of the last lessons we will learn and yes the hardest."

    That is sooooooo true! Isn't it something how we keep learning right up to the finish? In the last eight months of my mother's life, she gained such clarity about herself. And in doing so, taught me.

    Yes, she was my mentor.

    Thanks so much for stopping by, my friend. Wishing you and D a lovely weekend!

    X to you and D!

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  19. I too have a stepmother (a hideous word that should be consigned to the exclusive use of pantomime) and by happy coincidence she and her new partner (my father died over 15 years ago) are visiting from back home in Sussex for the weekend, due to arrive in a little over an hour.
    She has been of great help and support over the years and I was obviously going to graciously refuse their predictable offer to pay for everything, including the meal at the outrageously expensive restaurant I've booked for dinner tonight, but your post has inspired me to swallow my pride (along with a massive steak) and let them pick up the tab.
    I hope you're proud of my restraint.

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  20. Hahahaha, only kidding........


    .....I was always going to let them pay for everything. ;~}

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  21. What a lovely tribute to your amazing mother, Ron! I've often pondered this same subject -- why it's so hard for some people to accept help. I sense that your mom wasn't prideful nor did she fear being obligated. I think she just never was put in a position to NEED help before her illness.
    You know, it's often said that God has to purify us before He admits us to Heaven. Perhaps that was part of her purification process, learning to receive as graciously as she gave.
    How overjoyed she must have been that the seeds she sowed came back to her in such profuse measure!
    Happy Weekend, my friend!

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  22. Thank you, I agree...a hideous word because I never considered her a stepmother. To me, she WAS my mother.

    "but your post has inspired me to swallow my pride (along with a massive steak) and let them pick up the tab. I hope you're proud of my restraint."

    Yes, I am. You GO, boy!!!!!

    And remember, allowing them to pay shows just how LOVED you are :)

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  23. Hello there Debbie!

    Thank you :) I've been thinking about my mother this week and remembered this part of her journey as a good reminder for me.

    " I sense that your mom wasn't prideful nor did she fear being obligated. I think she just never was put in a position to NEED help before her illness."

    No, I don't think it was pride or obligation as much as it was that she didn't want to appear weak, which is ironic because was one of THE most strongest people I ever knew. Also, she didn't want be a bother to people.

    "You know, it's often said that God has to purify us before He admits us to Heaven. Perhaps that was part of her purification process, learning to receive as graciously as she gave."



    Yes, that's it exactly. It was part of her purification process, learning to receive graciously as SHE gave.


    She also let go regrets, which I was so HAPPY about.


    Thank so much for stopping by, dear lady, and sharing your thoughts and feelings. Have BEAUTIFUL weekend!


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  24. This is such an inspiring post. I really love when you post things like this. I, like your mother, have trouble with the receiving end of things. I always feel like there must be a "reason" people are doing these things because they cant possibly love me that much. Its a hard thing to accept and believe in. Your mother sounds amazing Ronnie!

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  25. Mark PetruskaSeptember 06, 2013

    Without even knowing her, I can tell your mother was a beautiful woman, Ron. This narrative reminds me of the climactic scene in It's A Wonderful Life: when George Bailey was at the end of his rope, he realized how loved he truly was. I'm glad your mom passed on with that knowledge, and left such wonderful memories behind.

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  26. Ron, I read this while at work today but wanted to stop by and comment when I had more time. What a touching and inspiring story! As I've shared with you in the past, I wish I had known your mother because she sounded like such special human being. And the relationship you had with her was so beautiful because you both spoke so openly and honestly with each other.


    I'm one of those people who has difficulty receiving, and I know it has to do with pride. I was raised to have a strong sense of responsibility. So if I can't do for myself, I have a hard time accepting help because I feel it makes me appear weak. Which is so stupid because we all at one time or another will need help. Giving and receiving is a two way street. We have to learn how to give and receive with grace.


    Beautiful post, Ron. I love the way you express yourself through your writing. So clear.

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  27. Hey Shae!

    Thank you, yes, she was an amazing woman in so many ways, yet I don't think she ever really knew that (and believed that) about herself. She was a very modest woman.

    But I'll tell ya, she was very smart about so many things, and had an impeccable sense of intuition.

    " I always feel like there must be a "reason" people are doing these things because they cant possibly love me that much. Its a hard thing to accept and believe in."

    Oh, but they do, my friend, they do. You are loved. Believe it!

    (((((((( You )))))))

    Thanks so much for stopping by, Shae! Have a super weekend!

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  28. Thank you, Mark :)

    "This narrative reminds me of the climactic scene in It's A Wonderful Life: when George Bailey was at the end of his rope, he realized how loved he truly was."



    OMG...you are so right, I had even thought of that! Perfect analogy! And wasn't that scene at the end, the best? Brings tears to my eyes anytime I watch that movie!


    Thanks so much for stopping by, buddy. Have "wonderful" weekend!


    X to you and Tara!


    P.S. And I bet you're both getting so excited about your wedding day!!!

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  29. Hey ho Robert!

    Thanks, buddy :) That's one of the things I cherished about my mother. We could say and sharing anything with each other. And if we had opposing views, we never got into an argument about it because we could sense how far to go with each other.

    "'m one of those people who has difficulty receiving, and I know it has to do with pride."



    Me too. But I learned a lot when I had some MAJOR financial problems many, many years ago and had to ask for and accept help from my family and a few close friends. I felt ashamed of myself for having to ask, but it taught me a lot about receiving because it humbled me in a way; knowing that I can't always do for myself. More importantly though, it was so touching because I saw just how loved I was by them. Looking back, I need that experience to show me some things.


    Thanks so much for stopping by, bud. Have a super-duper weekend!

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  30. Dianne WilsonSeptember 07, 2013

    she left you so many gifts that you are open to receive and appreciate
    love ya
    Hope sends hugs

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  31. "she left you so many gifts"

    She sure did, Dianne. And I am ever so grateful.

    (((((((((( You ))))))))

    Much thanks for stopping by, dear lady. Have a SUPA weekend!

    X and hugs to you and Hope!

    P.S. And aren't you LOVIN' this cooler weather???

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  32. I stopped back this morning to read this post again and to read everyone's comments.


    Yes, is it humbling, Ron. So receiving doesn't mean weakness, it means strength. And reminds us how loved we are.

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  33. Thanks for stopping back, Robert!

    Have a FAB Saturday, bud!

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  34. "And part of it was because she didn’t like to inconvenience anyone or be a bother."

    That's why I am resistant to receiving as well. I hate thinking/feeling like I'm a burden.


    "She realized her worth on this planet. And she left with no regrets. But most importantly, she learned just how LOVED she was."

    And now I'm crying!

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  35. Oh my, what an incredibly beautiful tribute to your lovely mom. I got all teared up reading this. I'm glad that people DID come forward to help in her time of need; sadly that's often not the case.
    Just beautiful Ron.
    www.myreallifereviews.com

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  36. Angelia SimsSeptember 07, 2013

    A beautiful lesson to learn and share with us. So many struggle with the comprehension of unconditional love. I know I do and I know it IS very hard to believe. Wishing many more lovely memories of your inspiring mother. Happy Weekend, friend!

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  37. Aşkın DemirSeptember 07, 2013

    Wery nice thanks
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  38. Hellooooo Angelia!

    " So many struggle with the comprehension of unconditional love. I know I do and I know it IS very hard to believe."

    Yes, it is, I agree. And I am so happy that my mother allowed that when she tool ill, because she truly DID see how loved she was.

    Always a delight to see you, my friend. Thanks much for stopping by!

    Hope you're having a super weekend with your new granddaughter. She is soooooooooooo PRECIOUS!

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  39. "I'm glad that people DID come forward to help in her time of need; sadly that's often not the case."

    Yes, you're right because often that is not the case. My mother was surrounded by such love and support that it truly was beautiful. And when I went to visit she and brother last July, I could literally FEEL that love.



    Thanks so much for stopping by, Geraldine. Hope you're enjoying a lovely weekend!


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  40. Hey there Meleah!

    "That's why I am resistant to receiving as well. I hate thinking/feeling like I'm a burden."

    Yes, what is it about us Libra's because my mother was a Libra as well. She was a very strong-willed woman and often made it through some very challenging times in her life yet, this was a time when she really needed help and I'm so glad she received it with open arms because the support and love she got from family and friends really helped her to move through it.



    Thanks so much for stopping by, girl! Hope you're having a SUPER weekend!


    (((((((((( You )))))))))))


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  41. I LOVE STORIES ABOUT YOUR MOTHER. I always reflect on them and learn something from them. One thing that really caught me was the part about forgiving. WOW was your mom incredible. If I was TOTALLY honest, I would have to say that forgiving someone is much harder than helping someone. I forgive, yes, but there are times when I just keep the pain someone inflicted on me inside me and I can't let go. It happens, I'm human... a hard hard thing. Your mother was not only generous in actions, but in her heart too, with her ability to forgive!

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  42. Hey there Katherine!

    "If I was TOTALLY honest, I would have to say that forgiving someone is much harder than helping someone. I forgive, yes, but there are times when I just keep the pain someone inflicted on me inside me and I can't let go."

    Same here! I don't forgive easily. I can forgive up to a point but, (and being TOTALLY honest) will not forget. If someone does something (and mean something like alter my trust and loyalty), it takes a while for me to get that back. I stay a bit tentative.

    "Your mother was not only generous in actions, but in her heart too, with her ability to forgive!"

    I agree! And as I shared, much more than I am.

    Thanks so much for stopping by, girl. Hope you're having a wonderful weekend and taking some time at your favorite place...the beach!

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  43. Your mother sounds like such a special lady!

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  44. Thank you, yes she was. I know most children probably think the same thing of their parents, but even people who met my mother (even briefly) instantly fell in love with her. She was also a very funny lady :)


    Much thanks for stopping by, dear lady. Hope you're having a beautiful weekend!


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  45. Ron, when you write about your mom, you always make me cry. I cry with happiness that you had such a remarkable woman in your life and with a bit of sadness for me, because I never got to meet her.

    She truly sounds like an amazingly wonderful woman who was just a good human being.

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  46. Thank you for your sweet words, Nitebyrd.

    I wish you could have met her too, and she YOU, because I know you would have enjoyed each others company.

    She was very real, honest, and down to earth.

    Like you.

    ((((((( You ))))))

    Thanks for stopping by, Sis!

    X ya!

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  47. Herman TurnipSeptember 08, 2013

    From your previous postings regarding your mother, she seemed like a strong-willed, energetic, and exceedingly beautiful person. And, not surprisingly, she sounds the sort of person that my mother would have gotten along with amazing well. Please don't hesitate to write about her whenever you get the chance. Stories like this brings a smile to my face, and they actually make me think a bit about myself as well. Great post, my friend!

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  48. Thank you for your kind and beautiful words.

    Thank you, buddy!

    Hope you had wonderful weekend of some R&R and also fun!

    Much thanks for stopping by!

    X to you, Karin, and Mr. Tyler!

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  49. Ron, that was beautiful, pure and simple.

    Your love and respect for your mother shines through your writing. It comes alive through your words. When I read about your mom, I FEEL her! Her energy is still alive!

    I think many of us have issues with receiving, as you said, whether it's obligation, neediness or some other obstacle. Mine is I don't want to be a burden on anyone. I won't ask if that's weird because I know a lot of others who feel the exact same way as I do! And others who don't want to feel obligated.

    What's strange is I don't ever think others are a bother or that they'll be obligated. So WHY do I think I'll be a burden/bothersome? What is clogging me or making me feel this way? What did I learn along the way to make me think like this? And how the heck do I let go of it? Because like your mom I feel "strange" when I let others take care of me or do things for me. But I don't want anyone else to feel that way if I take care of them!

    Maybe I need to do more "self-love" work on my inner child. Maybe Little Pammy needs more nurturing. I'll have to ponder that.

    Thank you for such a beautiful-thought-provoking post! You rocked it again, my friend!!

    ((HUGS))

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  50. Hellooooooooo Pam!

    OMG...I have been thinking about you and thinking about you these past few days, so when I saw your comment I SMILED! I miss you in blogland, my friend, and hope you're enjoying this fabulous September we're having here in PA.

    Thank you so much for you sweet words about my mother. I've been recalling her lately and remembering so many things she taught me.

    "I won't ask if that's weird because I know a lot of others who feel the exact same way as I do! And others who don't want to feel obligated."

    No, that's not weird at all because I think we ALL feel that way about receiving sometimes - obligation and appearing bothersome and weak. And it's as you shared, I don't ever feel that way about others if I do something for them or if they need help. So, why do "I" feel it when it's the other way around?

    Perhaps it's as simple as what my mother learned.

    We don't realize just how loved 'we' are.

    And perhaps allowing others do so, we're allowing them to show us that. So maybe receiving is actually a way of GIVING.

    Thanks so much for stopping by, Pam! Have a FANTABULOUS week!

    ((((((((((((((((( You )))))))))))))))))

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  51. Yup--made me cry....some out of gratitude that she was able to see and FEEL how loved she was. Go figure she didn't get a sense of how huge and vast that was until she was able to allow herself to be the recipient.


    I'd guess it's a pretty human characteristic, this resistance to being the recipient. And I'm sure it's different things for different folks.
    I'd say, in part, that mine was denial and refusal to let things look like they were. Pride and ego--which seem to be in the mix time and time again for me.
    I, too, was (and remain) willing to give and give and give...cuz it makes my heart glad, cuz it's the 'right thing to do', cuz I was a 'taker' for so long..... Today I'm of the belief that there's no such thing as 'too kind'.
    I also heard very clearly from Wisepersoninmylife: "Who in the hell are you to cheat others out of that experience", when I was (lying) refusing to let people be present for me when I was battling for my health. He wasn't one to mince words. LOL I somehow HEARD it when he framed it that way.
    It doesn't make it 'easier' on my ego, but it does make me pause and say 'thanks--that's so kind...." instead of "NO...I don't need anything tyvm!"


    I'll join the crowd that adores when you share about your mom. She was such a gift from G-d in your life--and you learned well from her.
    Makes me happy.........even if it does make me cry.
    (((((((((( Ron ))))))))))))))

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  52. Hiya Mel!!!!

    "Pride and ego--which seem to be in the mix time and time again for me."

    Yes, I think for many of us it's the same - that feeling of believing it means we're weak in receiving (or asking for) help. So yes, it's pride and ego.

    " Who in the hell are you to cheat others out of that experience"

    EXACTLY. Who the hell are we to cheat others out of that experience? In a way, allowing others to help and give is a way of GIVING.

    And it's ironic because when I suggested to my mother to just ALLOW people to give and support her, I was actually telling myself the same thing.

    Thanks oodles for stopping by, dear lady, and for your sweet and loving words about my mother.

    " She was such a gift from G-d in your life-"



    Yup...she sure was.


    Have a FAB week!


    ((((((((((((((((((( You )))))))))))))))))))


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  53. This is, once again, such a beautiful post about your mother. And so very insightful about the personality of the "giver." It's probably all these things and more. It's said that "giver's gain," but when one gives from the heart with no expectation of anything in return, that is the true meaning of giving. Wonderful post today!

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  54. Hello there Lisa!

    Thank you, my friend :)

    And you're right, it's probably all three of these things and more.

    And you nailed it...

    "It's said that "giver's gain," but when one gives from the heart with no expectation of anything in return, that is the true meaning of giving."

    Amen!

    Much thanks for stopping by, Lisa. Hope you're having a beautiful week!

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  55. Your mother sounds like such a beautiful soul! A lot like my Dad.
    I, too, wish that I could have been more like him the way you wish you could be more like your mother with her forgiving nature. I forgive but I never forget.
    Isn't it a wonderful gift to see how your mother was loved by others? I mean, we know them and love them so we never really think about much they touched others lives, too.
    This was a beautiful post, Ron. Big hugs to you! xoxo

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  56. "Your mother sounds like such a beautiful soul! A lot like my Dad. "

    You know, the way you've spoken about your father so many times to me on the phone, I can tell that he was a lot like my mother - a beautiful soul.

    " I forgive but I never forget."

    Same here, girl!

    " I mean, we know them and love them so we never really think about much they touched others lives, too. "

    So true. And it totally touched me (and my mother) how many of her friends rallied together as one and did so much for her. And so many of them said to me, " Ronnie, I just love your mother."

    Much thanks for stopping by, Chrissy! Hope you're having a FABU week!

    X to you and the gang!

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