This is our love story.
Loving you wasn’t easy at first. Our beginnings were fraught with denial. I majored in denial and got an A in that class. The funny thing is, the longer I denied you, the more I couldn’t. That first flutter I felt eventually turned into something that wasn’t indigestion. As my body changed, it gave you away.
You are living proof of what I tried to disavow. I tried to dismiss your existence. I didn’t want to admit that you might actually be. I tried to stop him and pretend it wasn’t happening. It most definitely happened, because you are forever real.
You entered my life with an undeniable burst of life force energy that no one could prevent. You were bound and determined to be here on this planet, at this amazing time of change, no matter what it took.
You agreed to be cast into my life’s theater, playing the role of my daughter to help me learn some mighty powerful lessons through some wickedly challenging experiences. You loved me enough to agree to be born through the wrong body, in the wrong situation, so you could be given to your rightful mother. And I’m sure to my core, that she loves you down to the marrow.
You loved me enough to agree to give me the opportunity to come into my own personal power by helping me initially feel powerless. You were part of the magnificent orchestration that taught me to not trust or value myself so I could one day experience trusting, valuing, and knowing myself in a way that couldn’t happen without you.
You helped give rise to situations where I inadvertently donned a cloak of shame, so I could later have the amazing experience of casting it off, allowing my bright, sparkly light to shine again.
You came to teach me to be selfless when it mattered, and to grow into honoring, respecting, and loving myself through my life’s journey.
I now see that you loved me enough to go through this with me; to have only a very short time here with me. You knew that even though we would meet face to face for a mere few days, when this gig is all over, we’ll meet at the wrap party and have eternity together.
For this, I am forever grateful and will always hold you deep in my heart.
Your Birth Mother
Susan blogs at Life is a Journey…Not a Guided Tour
I’m a mother of a very spirited 13-year-old son, and a former merchant ship’s deck officer. To feed my creative side, I take photos and make an occasional batch of soap. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family.
It’s been six years since I started this blog. In that time, my Little Man has grown quite a bit (he’s now 13). The puzzle that is him, has more and more pieces in place (he wears more diagnoses). I buried both my parents and my life has changed quite a bit thanks to having a spiritual awakening just over 5 years ago. These days, my personal life is about healing and tuning into my intuition, having studied healing modalities and taken classes to help me recognize how I receive intuition. I now know that if I am not happy with something in my life, I can change it for the better (and often in a moment). One thing that has most definitely not changed is my love of photography. I’ve been snapping away for 40 years now.
Dear Susan, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your poignant love letter. Your honesty, vulnerability, and sweet spirit fill this space with courage and grace. You’ve left me a bit speechless with your beautiful tribute and am so honored you shared it with us.
Most of you know Susan, but if you don’t please visit her page and feel the warmth and welcome emanate from her words and photos. She’s an amazing woman, and I’m proud to call her a friend. Thank you, Susan! xoxoxo
Programming note: Still taking submissions for the February love letter series! Contact me here, if you want to spread your love.