I am taking a writing class called From Memory to Memoir with Paula Stallings Yost and I just finished the first assignment. In this assignment I wrote a story of my family tree that included my birth-mother, Mary.
Those who have been with me for a while on this blogging journey may remember the “This Little Girl” series that I was working on last year, and my struggle with trying to write about my birth-mother. Predictably, this new piece brought up old hurts and unforgiveness toward this woman once again.
I struggled for days to find a way to present Mary’s story, all the while dealing with unresolved feelings about her. In the end I found a way to turn the story into something uplifting and even positive.
I realized, as I worked through this conflict, that the power of a memoir is not only in creating something for future generations to read. The power of a memoir is also found in providing a means to healing old wounds and empowering oneself to forgive and understand choices made by those who have gone before.
There is much more that I have to come to grips with in my birth-mother’s story, but I have made great progress this past week.