Yesterday, a dear friend told me, “You are a live wire. There is no mediocrity with you. There is no room for inauthenticity.”
Her words pierced me because they described my true self so accurately, and yet I grew up rejecting this truth about myself because it seemed to make so many people uncomfortable when they drew closer to me. This trait that so defines me made me feel unloveable. Unknowable. It was a huge part of why I felt so alone as a child, a youth, and a young adult.
But yesterday when I read these words, I felt something different. I felt a deep recognition and acknowledgment. I felt my inner child perk up and say “Hey yes, that’s me!” She was now no longer ashamed of this trait. She beamed at me.
Then this morning, the same friend made me cry in the midst of my morning stroll with these words:
Today I wish you Happy Mother’s Day in a different way.
Happy is she who found the courage to mother the most important child in the room - Herself.
Happy is she who did not succumb but dug deep and found the strength to acknowledge this wounded child - Her eyes have been opened to her own preciousness.
Happy is she who learnt to feed, water and tend to the tired wounded child - She has mastered the art of drawing boundaries.
Happy is she who does the arduous work of reclaiming this child day by day, bit by bit in the midst of the everyday demands - She walks with the Divine.
Happy is she who in her brokenness shouts from the top of the mountain , “See here this child, I’ve found her and isn’t she beautiful? I love her so!” - She spreads the good news.
Blessed are you amongst women. 🔥
I am honoured to be in your presence. ❤️
God is reminding me through it - “Ann, you’re home. You’re finally able to see yourself the way I see you and be at peace with what you see. You’re finally able to experience the unique beauty I have bestowed on you and receive it as beauty.”
Even now as I type these words I’m crying. It’s been 17.5 years since I prayed and asked God to help me see myself as He sees me because I had realised that I did not know how to love myself.
It’s taken 17.5 years to be able to truly receive the ability to behold myself, see myself, and be happy with what I used to reject about myself.
Happy Mother’s Day to me as the mother of my inner child!
Whatever you are feeling this Mother's Day, however complicated or difficult this day might be for you, I pray that hope accompanies you in your healing journey as it has accompanied me through all these years.
Journeying with you,
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