Be U: Mother

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Sunday, May 14, 2023

Mother

If You are a Mother…

You are love. You offer it. You share it. You are an endless supply of it. You are a Mother and You are love(d).

You nurture. You teach. You listen. You learn. You go on an endless journey of things you yourself never would have imagined or thought of. You find yourself places you yourself never would have gone.

Your willingness. Your openness. Your ability to change, transform, engage in, let go of and experience life through your children and others You love. A mother’s love is undying and neverending.

The joy you get from seeing them happy and succeed (in what brings them joy in being fully themselves) is the greatest of joys for You.

You are a Mother and who You are and what You do and the realness of Your love is one of the greatest, grandest, most amazing loves that few have the luxury and awe to witness, feel and experience from You.

You are a Mother and to each of your children, you never stop ‘birthing’ life, love and honor into each and every one you were blessed with, that you have chosen or through life’s circumstances find yourself mothering.

God bless You and may you get to witness often the love that emanates from those You are blessed with to mother.

To my child, Jessica Morgan, thank You for choosing me. Just thinking of You blesses me unlike any one else can or does. You have taught me so much and You are one of my absolute joys. I have the pleasure of watching You grow through all your life in every day of my life since I was blessed with my most treasured gift - You.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the ‘Moms’ who have nurtured, been there, are there, forever loving, cherishing, engaging and uplifting ‘children’ of all ages, whether they were born to You or you chose them. They are a gift to You and You to them.

One of life’s greatest honors. To love and be loved as a Mom.

To my Mom, who is no longer on earth physically but is with me in my heart forevermore. Thank You. I love You always.

Motherhood never ends. It supports and uplifts children in the most brilliant of loves. The Mom/Child bond. Once written, never breaks.

I bow my head to the mother of all loves. Moms.

Thank You for all You are and do honoring and loving your child(ren). Always and Forever. In ways that even, just maybe, surprise/amazes You.

To be our true self so our children may witness our trials and tribulations [in each appropriate way for their age] and how we keep on loving through just may one of the ultimate helpful gifts we can offer our children's futures.

The best of You is enough and meant to be lived. May You let your truth mother along with You through the depth of your unique and awesome mom love. Empowering and real. LOVE.

unknown

No comments:

Post a Comment

My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!