My mother was seventeen when I was born.  She didn’t want to be married and she certainly didn’t want to be a mother at seventeen.  I’m 58 years old and back in those days, if at all possible, people got married.

There have been several studies that indicate that the unborn child experiences the same emotions that the mother is having because they both share the same blood with the same hormones in it.

Before I was even born, I knew that my mother did not want me.  I took on the responsibility of trying to make my mother happy.  I have very few memories of my early childhood but in every memory, I’m doing something to try to please my mother.  It was never good enough.

Was my mother a bad person?  Not at all.  She was a very unhappy woman, who was doing the best she could in a very difficult situation.  She could have put me up for adoption but she kept me and stayed married to the same man all of her life.   My mother’s own childhood was pretty bad and she couldn’t give me something she didn’t have herself.

Before I was even old enough to understand, I’d been conditioned to believe three things about myself.  In my next blog, I will share with you what those foundational belief systems were.