I love my Mum lot’s. She’s my Mum and I wouldn’t swap her.
However there is this fun issue in my family of my sister Bronwyn. Who for reasons described in a previous post no longer talks to anyone in my family(including extended).
Now usually Mother’s Day is going to be hard enough for my Mum, and grandmothers. But this Mother’s Day is harder because Bronwyn now has a child. Who my parents, grandparents and in fact all the extended family except me have not seen in person. My Mum’s a grandparent and not allowed to see her grandchild. My Nana was able to organise to get some photos through the in-laws but that has stopped now we think.
Earlier this year I got the privelage of meeting my niece Hannah for the first time and seeing my sister and her husband again. We aggreed that I’d visit a bit and it all went fine (I think). But now I am back on the silent treatment too. I thought our family had a shot at being reconcilled slowly but surely.
I think when I realised this wasn’t going to happen I got passively aggressive at God. My prayer life deteriated a lot.
It’s hard living with parents who have been demoralised. How do you make it OK that one of their children doesn’t talk to them? How do you make OK the dreadful accusations made? How do you help?
How do you keep forgiving a sister who keeps on causing pain but doesn’t acknowledge it?
How do you keep up hope for realationships that just end up in disapointment?
I don’t like being played and disrespected. I don’t like people playing games with my life and my family. All done in the name of my God and Jesus. Who I doubt believes people should relate through playing games. I don’t doubt that she faces many issues with mental health. That she believes she is acting justly. But even so others should know better
Don’t get me wrong I love my sister. I haven’t been the best brother. But how do you be a good brother to someone who ignores your calls and messages?
I guess God you know. But it still doesn’t make it easy.
Jesus, I’m waiting here, boss
I know you’re looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren’t free.
Your Father, He made the world in seven
He’s in charge of heaven.
Will you put a word in for me?
Wake Up Dead Man.
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