The Miracle of Self Forgiveness

Our hearts melted into one another's in instantDuring the search for my daughter, I was required on
recognition during that first hug. Two bodies reunitednumerous occasions to recall those difficult
after 36 years...two spirits that had never beencircumstances surrounding her birth, and it was all I
separated. The gap of time was instantly filled duringcould do to keep from passing out. As I unleashed
that one moment of reunion. The bond of motherone tidal wave after another of suppressed feelings,
and daughter can never be broken. Only shame, guiltI was constantly on the verge of emotional
and remorse fed the fire of apparent separation.overwhelm. What kept me going was my deep, deep
Only forgiveness would dowse the flames anddesire to find my daughter, to tell her how much I
complete the circle of love.loved her, to share with her that she was conceived
Thirty-six years before, I had given birth to my firstin love, and to complete the circle that began with
daughter and then released her for adoption.her birth.
Suffering from a heart broken by the decision toAnd so I searched...and I prayed...and I began to
honor my parents' wishes that I not marry my firstforgive. As I progressed through the classes in
love, I emerged from being an "unwed mother" withspirituality that were preparing me to be a spiritual
emotional scars so great that my only defense wascounselor and prayer practitioner, I came to realize
to bury them deeply, pick up my life as thoughthat without forgiveness I would be unable to free
nothing had happened, and go on. So successful wasmyself from the maze of negative self-judgment
my denial of the gaping hole in my heart that, as thewhich I had allowed to tarnish the beauty of the birth
years passed, I could not even remember my child'sof my daughter. I understood that if I were to
birth date.welcome her with true open arms now, I had to find
How was it possible then, some 30 years, fourthe good in my being her birth mother. I knew that
children and two marriages later, that I could findthe healing miracle I so dearly sought was possible
myself in a class of spiritual counseling students thatonly when I released my guilt, shame and blame
had six other women who shared the same closelyabout the circumstances surrounding her coming into
held past that I did? We were all birth mothers. Ourthis world.
secret became our magnet, and we began to meet"Seventy times seven." Jesus admonishes us that this
and vision a ministry at our church that couldis how often we need to forgive in order to be free
prayerfully support all people who are affected by-- in other words, as often as it takes. I was well on
adoption: adoptees, birthparents and adoptivemy way to completing my forgiveness of the other
parents. It was a noble idea, and one that wouldactors in my drama -- my parents, my first love, my
require that we do our own healing work in order tochurch, my society. Now it was time to forgive
be available to others.myself. I had held myself on the cross of self-blame
And so we began the excruciating journey ofand shame for so long that I wasn't sure how to let
dredging up our pain. We individually faced our ownmyself off.
demons -- guilt, shame, blame, anger andI began by feeling great compassion for the
self-recrimination -- at whatever pace we felt capableteenager I was who was so in love and so
of moving, and collectively we prayed for onepassionate about life, and who only wanted to
another and all those whose pain we share. Weexperience and express that love in any way she
created the Adoption Triad Ministry at The Agapeknew how. I listened to that 19-year-old's pain of
Center of Truth in Los Angeles and invited peopleprofound loss and of feeling that she did not belong.
touched by adoption to come and tell their storiesThat pain had been so severe that she had
and join in prayer each month. We opened the wayessentially shut herself off from trusting her own
to allow each member of the triad -- adoptee,beautiful heart. I listened to her, consoled her, told
adoptive parent and birth parent -- to dialog with theher how much I loved her and that I would not let
other, seeking an understanding of the uniquethat kind of pain happen to her again. The I AM of
emotional issues that each carries. And some of usme (my God Self) forgave her for any belief she
searched to find our child and/or parent. My decisionheld about being a "bad girl," a "sinner," an
to try to find my daughter opened up my personal"undesirable good-for-nothing," and a "cause of pain
Pandora's box.to others."
It was in that atmosphere of prayer and spiritualThe months -- and yes, years -- that I have spent
guidance that I felt safe enough to face my ownforgiving the layers of self-recrimination and loathing I
walls of defense and denial and try to bring themfelt for myself have truly unburdened me. Freeing
down. The process was agonizing. Not only was Imyself from the shackles of that seemingly
delving into the shame and pain I had caused myunforgivable and unforgiving past has truly given me
parents and siblings by becoming a pregnanta new life. The attitude I now hold toward myself,
teenager, I was allowing to surface the hatred I heldmy family, my first love and my pregnancy is only
for myself for not having fought for what Igratitude, gratitude for one of the greatest growth
wanted...my mate and my baby. What I was invitingexperiences of my life. By coming to terms with my
into conscious awareness - and ultimately acceptancepast, the gift of compassion was ignited in me -- a
- were the shame and guilt of having sinned,gift I can and do readily share with all those I teach
according to the church of my childhood as well asand counsel. The miracle experienced from my
the mores of society in 1961. I was admitting that Icommitment to forgiveness is the profound love I
was filled with rage at my parents for interruptingshare with my first-born daughter, a love activated
my fantasy to have the perfect family, and at mythe moment we hugged that has continued to enrich
boyfriend for not having fought harder to save memy life ever since.
from this torturous sentence of a banished offender.