Tag: independent

  • Meant to be.

    Motherhood begins in childhood, and womanhood starts there as well. The essence of who we are as a woman will directly relate to what kind of mother we are.

    There is no separation between woman and mother; the two are one.

    We don’t leave behind who we are as we take on the responsibility of a child, we simply add this to our ongoing relationships that are already in place.

    A child joins your relationships and will emulate them as he begins to create his own, he watches how you treat yourself and how you allow others to treat you, and it is from there that he learns self-care.

    My motherhood path began with me being a valiant co-dependent, a people pleaser and a whore for love and peace, there was very little of my life that was solely for me, most of it I lived for the benefit of others.

    All my decisions and choices were linked to someone’s happiness or love, I made choices based on whether I would lose their approval or not.

    When I stopped seeking approval and instead began living inside out doing what I loved, I began seeing a Me emerge, a separated unique individual, a self.

    As I grew into being more me, I no longer needed others to support me, and it set them all free to be them selves.

    My children were set free when I set myself free.

    My children’s lives returned to them and they too are now free to be what they want to be from the inside out.

    I am there to guide them to show they the lay of the land, but at the end of the day, they get to decide their fate depending upon the choices they make.

    It isn’t my life it is theirs.

    The freedom you give comes with self responsibility and that is what I believe the goal of each parent is, to make them ownership of their lives.

    To raise them to see the consequences from the choices they make, and to allow them to sit in the consequence is the learning of life.

    How we deal with all facets of life is how they learn to deal.

    How authentic we are, how loyal to self we are, where our integrity lies, all will be reflected back to us in our children’s lives.

    Mostly what we fail to notice is that our children’s lives will be lived as we live today, not our potential or what we plan to do, but as we do today.

    To raise independent children, be independent.
    To raise children who love themselves, love yourself.
    Who you are today is the pattern your child will follow, our footsteps are leading them into a life we have.

    We can’t do nothing and hope our children learn from our mistakes, we have to undo our mistakes.

    There are a few, a slight few, changelings of this rule, they are the exceptions not the rule, that will strike out on their own and redefine themselves leaving behind a family, I know this happens for I was one.

    I changed the family legacy by leaving instead of staying in the cycle of abuse/dysfunction and co-dependency; I had to walk out to save my self.
    Time will tell as my young adult children leave our home and set out on their own making choices, was there enough time spent with me to learn a new way of being or were their formative years to tightly ingrained.

    I sit here today aware that the woman who I was and the woman who I became, mothered the same children.

    How this will affect them remains to be seen, what pattern will they follow, how deeply were they affected by their formative years and how much of an impact has my freedom made?

    What I know for sure is that the more I remain honest with myself, the more I love myself, the brighter the second pattern is seen.

    To be the best mother ever is to be the best you can be with your self.

    Loving yourself enough to say no when you mean it.
    Loving you enough to put up boundaries to keep hurt out.
    Loving you to speak your truth always.
    Loving your self as you find your self in this moment, knowing you are a work in progress and be willing to do what it takes in each moment to stand with your self.

    You will then mother a child of strong courage to be who they were meant to be.

  • Caretaker of Me!

    “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.  If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened.  But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”

      ~Friedrich Nietzsche

     

    Peer pressure will always be there, the calling of a group, or the pressure to just go along with everyone else, to keep the peace, to not ruffle feathers, and it is usually at the cost of self.

     

    What I think we instinctively feel is that we will be alone IF we go against the pack and it is usually the case, and nobody wants to be the odd man out.

     

    So, instead of owning yourself, you just go along so you are not alone.

     

    Being alone isn’t seen as a worthy goal, going with the flow and peacefully accepting the group consensus is.

     

    What I find so intriguing is that I feel the draw of being part of a group even if it is dysfunctional and painful group!

     

    My old co-dependency feels frightened to be disconnected and separated.  I feel the anxiousness at times of never fitting in or being together like that again.

     

    It is like I have two separate dialogues going on at one time, my free spirit is cheering and celebrating, ‘thank God we don’t have to be part of that ever again,’ and my co-dependency longs to join up, hook up, tag team with anyone, be part of a group of any kind, to fit in and not be dangling free.

     

    Once I can separate who wants what and what I really want, peace settles back in.

     

    What relief that this body is no longer for rent!

     

    I am the owner and caretaker of me! 

     

  • A Big Bubble of Me.

    The word LOVE brings with it such energy and Light, it brightens up spaces and brings wholeness where before less than appeared.

     

    People walk around feeling so defeated, if they don’t HAVE love.

     

    Like Love is an object we can go and pluck out of a store, search and find like a hidden treasure, it remains outside of us, and we hunt like predators to capture it.

     

    It steals our peace, and keeps us running in anxiety for fear that without it we will not be whole.

     

    This love is like a devil to those who need it, it becomes a drug that we can’t live without, and will do anything to anyone to get it.

     

    My brother is sitting with the ‘love’ our parents gave us. 

    In our hands we look down devastated, for what we see surely isn’t love.

     

    How is this possible?

    How did we receive such a messed up version of love?
    Is it even a fragrance of love, does it hold a hint of love?

    What is this we received from our parents?

    What did we go forth and replicate?

     

    The love we received was not love.

    It is the opposite.

     

    I have read numerous times that there are only two ways of living or Being.  In Fear or in Love, those are the only two choices.

     

    In my childhood love, fear ran rampant.  Fear of them not liking you, that you were not good enough, that they would leave you, a very clutching manipulating demanding love.

     

    It wasn’t free.

    You weren’t free.

     

    The love of my childhood, the love that I replicated in my own home with my own children was that they had to do this or be that, and I would love them more.

     

    I focused on their behavior and how it impacted me, but I didn’t focus on how their behavior impacted THEM.

     

    Now I have given them back them selves.  I am no longer interested in owning them for my happiness.  It seems vulgar and twisted.  Like my children’s only role was to live to make me happy.

     

    I will be a better mom if you are a better kid! I will be a happier mom, a nicer mom, a this mom and a that mom, DEPENDING upon your behavior!

     

    It left me irresponsible for my own happiness.  It left me powerless.

     

    But what was even more important it had them looking away from themselves to only focus on me.

     

    Their lives were for me.

     

    Not only was I powerless, they too became powerless in their own worlds.  A house full of powerless dependent people!

     

    It was when I unplugged them all that we each became free.

     

    I recall the conversations I had with each of my children, how I was telling them that from now on, their only job in this house was to do them selves.  That they and they alone were responsible for what they did or didn’t do.  I fired them from making me a better mother.

     

    As I fired them, I hired me.  I hired myself to be myself.  I hired myself to be a mother.  And I recall telling them that as their mother I was only going to be the consequence lady.

     

    That was my one job as a mother.  That every action has a consequence and it is up to me to figure out that consequence.

     

    To their benefit they were both excited and fearful.  For no more wasted words would fly out of my mouth. 

     

    In fact it still pops up where I forget my role as consequence lady, and I focus more on their behavior than mine.  When I feel out of control, it is usually me.  I am forgetting my control.

     

    When I gave them the responsibility of their lives, I got mine.

     

    It was a great independence day in our home.

    Where 6 individuals were born.

    We all claimed our own worlds.

    We all can shine as one person, separated and free to be who ever it is we are to be.

     

    Sure there are common house rules, but for the most part I celebrate each child doing themselves alone.

     

    My youngest is still clutching on to being irresponsible, and as parents our role is to keep placing the responsibility of his life in his hands.

     

    In as much as we love freedom, we are more afraid to be free.

     

    Free means no one to blame when we are unhappy.

     

    Our whole lives are free for us to express or be or do as we feel, and no one stands in the way of us living our greatest life, but ourselves.

     

    Once we stop searching outside for love, when we know that it isn’t their job to bring us love, or peace or joy, we can begin doing this for ourselves.

     

    Learning one step at a time to be independent.

     

    A separated soul, a free spirit!

     

    What can another bring to a free spirit?

    What does a free spirit need?

     

    I love that I am one self- contained unit of one.

     

    I walk around a big bubble of me.

     

     I M perfect Dance!