Technically, it's called the Mother Wound.
I've always felt nurturing, motherly, capable, empathetic...
growing older and becoming a mother has further heightened my awareness.
The mother wound can show up as
-shrinking yourself to feel "loved"
-beliefs that your feelings are bad
-avoiding conflict to "keep the peace"
- struggling to make + maintain boundaries
-lack of love for your own body
-dismiss your pain as not that bad
-feeling responsible for your mom or other people's happiness
-persistent sense you are too much
These are feelings I am terrified to inflict upon my daughter and do not blame my mother for. It has taken me a lot of therapy, understanding, and accepting. I do not believe in blame. I believe in cause and effect.
That intentions are usually meant to be good and true.
Boundaries are hard.
Being human is harder.
My dear friend and life coach Kathleen McHugh wrote this phenomenal poem called, Little Girl Lost, that I felt so deeply it immediately changed my life. She has taught me so much about receiving and believing.
What I always knew but realized was most of us if not all, are little girls and boys lost.
Boys told to man up, they'll be given something to cry about.
Girls told to be strong, quiet, pretty.
I've been told my whole life things should have been different, but what I have always felt is that EVERY one is a miracle.
EVERY day is a gift. Even my whole jewelry line is "one of a kind like you."
EVERY one is broken. Not everyone is healing.
I didn't plan or want to bring a child into this crazy world. Adoption, yes, that way I couldn't be blamed or feel responsible.
Then she happened...
Responsibility. Awareness. Enlightenment. Change.
We all have Mother, Father, Family, Friends, Stranger Wounds.
Yet we are still little lost boys and girls who felt safest in the womb.
The hardest thing I have ever done is be an imperfect parent loving a perfect child.
To Yourself and your children.
Feel it ALL.
Be who you are.
Yoga Teaching, Encouraging,