I gifted my mum a jasmine plant four years ago. For some reason, it never blossomed.
This morning I received an email from her. The jasmine was in full bloom, covered in star shaped white flowers. For the first time.
It was like a symbol of the healed relationship with my mother.
I am not finding excuses for unacceptable behavior. I am finding compassion in my heart for a woman who experienced pain and did her very best.