Happy New Year! My goal for 2025 is to write more meaningful and thought-provoking articles on my blog. These posts are mainly for my personal documentary, but I’d be thrilled if you find them interesting or can relate to any of my experiences.

A quick disclaimer: This article reflects my own perspective and experiences. It’s not my place to tell anyone how to feel or what to think. Please take what resonates with you and leave the rest. Everyone’s situation is different, and this is just my take on things.

Do you have a deeply estranged relationship with your parents, yet still find yourself loving and caring about them? Maybe you think it’s because society constantly pushes the narrative that we must love our parents. Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, and reminders of family bonds can feel like pressure. We’re taught to love and honor our parents—a value ingrained in us. But have you ever wondered why you still care, even if they haven’t treated you the way you deserve? Is it obligation, or something deeper?

From the moment we’re born, we are capable of love. However, the love we feel for our parents isn’t always tied to who they are, what they do, or how they treat us. You might be surprised to realize that it’s actually about more than just the typical parent-child bonds.

In reality, the love we feel for our parents—especially those who may be toxic or dysfunctional—isn’t necessarily about them. It runs deeper, tied to soul lessons we’ve learned across many lives and dimensions. It’s not the individual parent we love; it’s the broader concept of parenthood itself.

What happens when our parents don’t provide the love, care, or support we expect? Can we still love them?

For me, this question has been part of my life since childhood. Growing up in a narcissistic family, where emotional warmth was scarce and love often felt conditional, I still carried a deep, unexplainable love and care for them.

As a child, I loved my mom dearly and always wanted to show her love. But I often found myself gazing at the dark sky, wondering when my real parents—those who would truly love and care for me—would come to get me. Deep down, I knew that the people I called family weren’t my true family. I even hoped my mother would one day tell me I was adopted—maybe then, my real parents would come and save me.

Sometimes, I’d experience what I now recognize as visions—memories of a life where I had loving, nurturing parents. That life ended abruptly in an accident on a playground, and I quickly reincarnated into my current family. In those visions, I could almost see the faces of my previous parents. It was a strange and bittersweet feeling, knowing that, even though they were not physically with me now, there was love that existed in some other time or dimensions.

As I entered my teenage years, I grew more certain of how alien my family felt to me. Despite sharing blood and a last name, I often felt like I had been placed into this family by some strange twist of the cosmos. My mother’s narcissistic tendencies made it nearly impossible to form a genuine bond with her. Her behavior left me walking on eggshells, always having to quickly pick up the pieces or face consequences. My father always sided with her, leaving me and my brother under her thumb.

When I was finally old enough to move out, I knew I had to leave to avoid being consumed by resentment. Leaving allowed me to reclaim my identity and gave me the space to manage my relationship with them. Though they still felt foreign, over time, I learned to cope from afar.

Today, I still care for them and love them, always mindful of their needs. Through meditation and guidance from my spirit team, I’ve gained the insight that the love I feel for them, especially my mother, isn’t about her actions or personality. It’s about something deeper.

The unconditional love I have for my mother is not specific to her alone. It’s a love that transcends human experience, touching on the essence of all my mothers who have loved me unconditionally across different lifetimes and dimensions. This love is something I carry because I’ve been loved and nurtured in many realities. My soul understands and honors the concept of motherly love as a nurturing force beyond any one person.

Loving a toxic parent isn’t about excusing their behavior. It’s about recognizing that your love is part of something much bigger. It’s understanding that your connection to them is part of a greater love that transcends any one individual. You’re not bound by their behavior. Love, in its truest form, is indiscriminate—it knows no limits, time, or space.

Reconciling Love with Boundaries

This realization brings peace. It allows me to release anger and resentment, accepting my mother as a temporary figure in my soul’s journey. It helps me reclaim my love and direct it toward what truly matters: my soul’s growth, my boundaries, and the understanding that love isn’t always what we think. It’s about the energy behind it, and that energy is always available to us.

On a side note, how are animals not high vibrational angels sent to us when all they seem to offer is unconditional love?

As for whether we’re all born with unconditional love for our parents, I’d say it depends on our soul’s journey and how far we’ve traveled through countless lifetimes.

I hope you enjoyed my writing. If you’ve had similar experiences or thoughts, feel free to leave me a comment—I’d love to hear from you!

Kari Light ❤

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