I think the rescuer is a trait that runs in my family.
Perhaps she was born when witnessing arguments in parents at a young age. Feeling the need to compensate and make up for sadness.
I am told I always gave my pocket money to my mom to "buy bread" as a toddler. Al ready there I feel I was caretaking in my own way.
I was exposed to a lot of conflict in my early childhood – a mother and father. And it always makes my tummy nervous when I think back.
Since my parents' divorce, I always felt like the one my mom would lean on. I had to just be the responsible one. A better I like it or not.
There was one occasion where my mom cried and made me feel so bad that I wasn’t there for her. It hurt me, because thinking back. I don’t think it was my role to play.
I sometimes wish she sheltered me from all of this and didn’t expect much from me.
There was once an occasion as a young child –after a night of pampering from my mom, as she has brushing my hair she told me the story of my father’s life. How he has been an orphan and homeless, then a family took him in and raised him as a Christian. From there he became Muslim again, etc.
That story made me very emotional as a child and I sobbed; hugging my mom.
I think that story made me feel I need to show understanding to all people to love me