As I look upon this Mother’s Day I reflect about being a mother and the joys and challenges that brings. I have been blessed with two wonderful sons who are now in their 40s. Sometimes it’s hard to believe I have boys that age since I don’t feel a day over 30, in my mind that is. My body is often another story.
In spite of how unawaken I was in my earlier years, somehow I was able to raise two fine men. I have always been enamored by little children and wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember. I was reflecting the other day about how thrilling it was to feel my baby in my womb for the first time. In my second pregnancy, 20 months later, it was equally thrilling having a second child so close in age to my son.
During those days we didn’t have the technology of ultrasounds to determine the sex of the child. I was hoping for a girl but fell in love with my second son when I first looked into his eyes. Yesterday I received two dozen red roses from this child of mine. Although my sons are very different, they have remained close, especially now that they are both fathers. Wonderful dads I might add.
I am also reflecting on my mom and how I miss her so much. She made her transition in 2013 when I was in the middle of my Kundalini yoga teacher training. I wrote about this part of my journey in my book “Messages from the Afterlife – Memoirs of a Hospice Nurse.” I wasn’t there physically at the time of her death but we had a spiritual connection that transcends space and time.
My mom had spiritual gifts that I inherited from her. She used to see her angels above her when I did Shamanic Reiki on her both in person and when I did distant healing on her. She was open to my spiritual conversations, especially the ones related to the illusion of death. She once told me she saw the spirit of a little girl go through her front door while she was sitting in her favorite recliner. This brought us closer together because I’m a total believer in the afterlife.
My mom had 5 children, with me being the oldest. There were 15 years between my youngest brother and me. I now understand that she did the best she could with the knowledge that she had at the time. And she did a damn good job! Our family wasn’t perfect but what family is? She was a stay at home mom and didn’t know how to drive a car. She claimed it would make her too nervous to learn and that she was nervous enough being a passenger. There was always a home cooked meal at our place and people were always welcome to share our meal with us. My mom was so kind and generous. I was blessed to have her for a mom.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom!
