A Loving Mother’s Dreams Come True

 A Loving Mother’s Dreams Come True

Living Life Without a Handbook

She had written on this subject before. She once thought she could not write any more about it because she was still going through it and figuring it out herself. But maybe that was the point—sharing what she had learned while continuing to learn each day along the way.

Do you have a hobby? A creative outlet? Any interests? Maybe crystals, rock hunting, or collecting unique stones? She enjoyed searching for crystals, and it was something her children had grown interested in as well. It created fun and meaningful conversations with family—moments that brought everyone together.

These were the moments she built on with her family. She treasured them, even if only for a moment.

Which led her to speak on self-torment. It is a cycle a person wants to ease themselves out of gently and smoothly, without stirring everything up again. Those moments when chakras feel blocked, yet a person keeps pushing through, believing progress is being made—but really, only dust is being kicked up and a mess created.

Stop. Take deep breaths. Do not undo the good already done. Keep up the good work. Difficult moments have been survived before. Look at what has been stared at from a different perspective. Protect your peace, and your child’s peace as well.

Protect yourself from spilling your pain onto others. They did not ask for your burdens to be placed on them.

That realization came to her during a vacation. She noticed she was doing this during family visits, and that thought became her answer. Crystals often helped her gain insight into the answers she sought. At the time, she wore kyanite and a purple crystal.

Remembering Her Mother and Grandmother

When her mother went through difficult moments, she would call her grandmother. Usually it happened when the children “acted up,” like eating all the tomatoes out of the soup before supper while it was still cooking.

Calling Grandma gave her mother time to cool off, calm down, and hear another perspective. Sometimes their grandmother would talk with the children too—asking why they did what they did, whether they were sorry, or helping talk their mother out of giving them a whooping. Grandma called it “putting it on the shelf,” meaning not every moment needed an immediate reaction.

Today, she smiled more. Filling herself with overflowing thoughts of happiness worked for her.

She created this book for herself, by herself. At first, she believed she was creating it for other women. But she realized no one needed her help more than she did at that time. So she continued helping herself.

She noticed she had spent years trying so hard to help others at the expense of herself. That year, she began saying no. That became one of the most powerful things she had ever done for herself—for her well-being and for her family.

Thank you, family.

And so, she took time for herself, even if it was weeks at a time. This book, or even her family, would not pull every piece of her away until nothing remained. She would rest during the month of her flow because she believed rest was important to her well-being and the development of her higher self, so she could be the best version of herself for her family.

Her time alone was for her family too. Her sanity was valuable and deserved protection. Motherhood and a mother’s flow deserved respect.

She disliked labels. She took Psychology 1 and Psychology 2, and still struggled with the idea of placing people into boxes. Put this person in this category, that person in another. But what if someone did not belong in a box?

The same people who simplified everything a mother experienced into terms like “janky mother energy” were often quick to label others “narcissistic.” But perhaps some of those individuals were simply blocked, overwhelmed, or hurting themselves.

For her, books became a search for answers. She searched through books forward and backward, hoping to find wisdom, conversation, or a sense of achievement.

What book would make her smarter? A better mother? A better wife? Help her keep her home clean? Help her remain calm in difficult times?

The Bible? Perhaps. The Bible could teach care, love, and compassion if that was what a person saw within it. To her, it was also art—art capable of expressing deep emotions and countless lessons.

Nature itself is art flowing everywhere. Flowers grow from seeds. Animals raise their young without constantly questioning whether they are “doing it right.” Humans often claim to be smarter than animals, yet constantly say they do not know how to raise their children.

Reading became one of her escapes. Books gave her something meaningful to place her attention on besides constantly hovering over her children’s lives. Other hobbies like painting and calligraphy became peaceful outlets too.

She even bought adult coloring books, though she still had not found enough time to color. But she had not ruled them out—they were still waiting for her.

There may never be enough pretty things, trinkets, books, or decorations to completely fill feelings of guilt, sorrow, abandonment, or hurt. But gratitude helps.

Be grateful for every tiny adjustment and every small step toward becoming your higher self. Pat yourself on the back. Hug yourself. Do not wait for others to reward or validate you.

And if others never do, be okay with that.

She was speaking to herself there. If someone else gained something from those words, wonderful.

For years, she searched for approval and admiration from others. Now, she tried to give those things kindly to herself.

Religion

Are you trying to do everything “right” according to a book called the Bible? Are you and your child trying hard to fit into someone else’s expectations or stereotypes?

If a person has never made their own path or household rules, life can begin to feel like a road filled with potholes. Following rules created only for someone else’s benefit can become dangerous for the listener.

If Rosa Parks and the Montgomery Bus Boycott had stood up and given away her seat when she was told to, history would look different. She was grateful women like Harriet Tubman trusted their inner knowing.

Did religion scare mothers? Empower them? Strengthen them? Encourage creativity?

These were all things she struggled with herself.

She did not feel like she fit into some perfect halo image. She often feared being wrong instead of simply being fair and loving. In trying so hard to make her children fit strict ideas and rules, sometimes she overlooked who they truly were as individuals.

Can people talk about raising children without bringing religion into every conversation? Sure. But much of her “janky mother energy” came from fear, guilt, confusion, and trying to force herself into a mold that did not fit.

That journey brought many tears.

Maybe others have diaries filled with thoughts on the subject too.

So let there be movement from fear toward freedom.

Inspirations

Eric Thomas

Ralph Smart

Makeda Wisdom

Mr. Cash At Hand

Health

Are you and your family at your best health? Are you eating foods that truly nourish your bodies?

Constipation and digestive health affected her mood more than she realized. She became irritable when her body felt off balance.

How is your relationship with vegetables? Nurture that relationship with your children too.

She loved vegetables—squash, Brussels sprouts, and beets. But she knew when she had neglected eating them regularly because her body let her know. Heavy breads and processed foods would leave her feeling sluggish and uncomfortable for days.

And yes, when the body feels miserable, attitude can follow.

Movement matters too.

Do you dance?

Listening to El DeBarge always lifted her mood. Music can shift energy so quickly.

What are your feel-good songs? Your dancing songs?

Macka B has songs about healthy eating and natural living that made her smile too. 

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