I wrote my last post many months ago. I thought I was ready to write and share more of my stories.
I was wrong.
It didn’t take long before I knew I had much more work to do.
This time, I called in professional help. Our conversations eventually wound their way back to the summer my mom died. That long summer from nearly fifty years ago began to unfold before me. So many images pulled in so many emotions. My voice was hesitant at first but began to fall into the phrasing I’d used many times. This time, for the first time, I heard the details were being shared by my ten-year-old self.
At that moment I realized I’d left her back there all those years ago.
With this new awareness, I had a clear vision of my mom through the eyes of that confused and fear filled ten year old as well as the wide opened eyes of a loving adult.
It was as if someone reached over my shoulder, snapping in that long lost puzzle piece. This piece will be the strong foundation I need to keep growing, learning, and sharing.
My long sought lesson to share today is never give up on yourself. Keep working and you’ll find your answers.
Peace be with you.