Years ago, a son made the painful decision to abandon his mother. He had always been embarrassed by her appearance, her way of speaking, and the humble life she led. In his mind, she wasn’t the kind of mother who could show up at school events, nor was she the glamorous, successful figure he thought would impress his friends. He felt that her modest lifestyle and lack of social graces were a reflection on him, so he distanced himself, convinced that he was better off without her.
For years, the mother wrote him letters, each one filled with love, hope, and longing, but the son never responded. He continued on with his life, moving to a bigger city, becoming successful, and living a life far removed from the simple, quiet home where his mother still resided. He convinced himself that he had made the right choice, burying any guilt or regret.
One day, many years later, he received a letter from his mother. She had passed away, and the letter was one of the last she had written. As he read her final words, he was struck by the overwhelming sense of love and forgiveness that poured from the page. She spoke of her love for him, of how proud she had been of him, even from afar. She shared that she had always wanted the best for him, even if that meant staying out of his way. And in the final paragraphs, she expressed her hopes that he would find peace, happiness, and understanding.
The son sat there, tears streaming down his face, realizing how wrong he had been. His mother had always been the person he needed most, and yet he had pushed her away, all because of his own insecurities. In that moment, he understood the depth of her love and the emptiness of his own choices.
