I Threw the Mop Away

Join Erin and her guests, as they delve into what it means to be a child of a narcissistic parent.  Each fortnightly episode is crammed full of honesty, humour and hope.Coming home, after an annual visit to my birth family, USED to be an exercise in healing and rebuilding. My husband and a handful of friends (those in the know) would reach for the mop and bucket, along with the glue. Each year they would willingly mop up all of my tears and help me gather the broken pieces of my heart, patiently supporting me as I put myself back together. But, the most recent homecoming, around one month ago, was different. Although it was the second time that I had visited the USA without seeing my birth family, this return became an epiphany moment for me. It’s as if - when those plane wheels touched down on the runway - my heart cracked wide open and I could see just how much gratitude I was holding inside.Since then, I have been sitting in that gratitude. I no longer sit in a puddle of tears and a pile of broken pieces. Long may it last!Let’s just say (or shout!), “I threw the mop away!”