Blog Posts by Heather Blair

The thing that stood out most in my mind, as I started to learn about the narcissistic mother and my relationship to her as her daughter, is that narcissistic mothers are not bad people. They are adult children who have been deeply wounded and traumatized at a very early age, and without having inner and outer resources for healing themselves, their trauma became generational and it was passed on.

Thank God, that I do have inner and outer resources. I never cowered to my mother in my adolescence. In fact, I hated my mother. Children are not born haters; it is a learned behavior and it is taught. Being treated unfairly, I was taught and I was taught well. I came to hate my mother, as much as she hated her own mother and she hated me. But my guess is in not having caretaking instincts, my mother became a narcissist like her mother; and my grandmother the matriarch of women who bred more and more narcissists.

I do not know where the genetic imprinting of these narcissistic

We are not victims
But victors
We are more than conquerors
In the Lord
I am righteousness
In the sight of Father God
Because I brought my Risen Savior
From sacrificial death on a cross
And at the name of Jesus
Every knee shall bow
The things of heaven, the things of earth
And things further down
So let us not forget the power
Of the name of Jesus over the enemy
For in the TRUTH of Jesus
We have truly been set free
And in Jesus, our Bread of Life
We find hope, we put our faith
And not in our works, but our worship
We abide in His mercy and grace
Jesus is the Name Above All Names
He is the King of Kings
The One and Only Son of God
The Christ Who forever reigns
And I am an heir with Jesus
To the throne of a Holy God
From poverty to riches
My underserved yet given lot
And to Jesus I owe a pledge of allegiance
To Him, an unblemished Lamb