Wisdom Wednesday – You are brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous. Your playing small does not serve the world, there is nothing enlightening about shrinking. Be true to yourself, if you live a life trying to please others you’ll never be happy.
Jessa Morena
To all the mothers of the world, here’s a letter from the children of the world.
To all the mothers of the world
To the mothers who carried us in their belly for 9 months,
Sorry for the weight gain. You wanted me to be big and strong right? The late night cravings and early morning sickness, yeah I’ll take credit for that. Mom you sheltered me, took care of me and feed me. You loved me without knowing what kind of person I was, without seeing my face, you didn’t even know what kind of ice cream I liked, and yet you still loved me. Mom I felt that love. I felt it in my bones, I felt it in my soul. When I came out I recognized your voice first. Mom you’ve been there since the beginning, I can’t say that for anyone else.
Mom I remember those nights where you would you would rub your belly telling me how much you loved me, you read me stories and though you may not know, I heard your words. That MUST be the reason I love princess stories so much. Sorry you had trouble sleeping while you were carrying me, but if it counts for anything I never felt so safe. Mom I know you’ll always protect and love me forever and do you want to know why? If I can put you through 9 months of pure torture and I come out and you still love me!! Mom that’s love. Mom that’s true love. The first love I’ll ever know, and I have you to thank for that.
To all the mothers who gave their children up for adoption.
You chose not to keep me,
so you gave me away.
What am I supposed to think
of who I am today?
I am a living example
of what this world’s come to,
when wants and needs are more important
than what God has given you.
So, take a long look into the mirror
into the eyes … that lead to your heart,
and know that I don’t hate you
for you gave me a brand new start.
I have a Mom and Dad who love me
just as I am today.
They gave me their last name,
and they taught me how to pray.
So please know that … I love you,
… and I always will.
Because your choice for me was LIFE,
I know you love me … still.
Vickie Borgfeld Cross, Yorktown
To all the unconventional mothers,
Dads, Aunts, Uncles, Grandmas, grandpa’s, Brothers, Sisters, Nanny’s You are apart of this holiday too. You took care of me because you had to and because you wanted to. We might not be the ‘picture perfect’ family but we are a family. When I look back at my life I remember you. I remember the tap dance classes, the baseball games, the nights I was sick and you were by my bedside giving me the poison they call cough syrup. You were always there and you never left. I know it probably wasn’t what you expected but neither did I.
Sometimes I know it was uncomfortable, to have ‘The Talk‘ with me, when mother’s day rolled around we both didn’t know what to do. It was only until later that we created our own traditions, we created our own memories. When I like of my mom I think of you. You don’t have to give birth to be a mom, to be a mom there is so much more. It’s what you do for me that I’ll always remember. It’s the unconditional love that I’ll always remember.
Sure blood is thicker than water, but actions speak louder than words.
To all the mothers who lost their babies.
I have not turned my back on you
So there is no need to cry.
I’m watching you from heaven
Just beyond the morning sky.
I’ve seen you almost fall apart
When you could barely stand.
I asked an angel to comfort you
And watched her take your hand.
She told me you are in more pain
Than I could ever be.
She wiped her eyes and swallowed hard
Then gave your hand to me.
Although you may not feel my touch
Or see me by your side.
I’ve whispered that I love you
While I wiped each tear you cried.
So please try not to ache for me
We’ll meet again one day.
Beyond the dark and stormy sky
A rainbow lights the way.
~Authour Unknown
To all the mothers who are not with us anymore,
She is Gone
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
David Harkins
In this world there are many things that are covered by glitz and glam. When you strip all the superficial away what’s left? Simple things. When did the simple things become too simple? When did it become not enough?
Simple things that make me happy:
Taking a walk
Feeling the wind on my face
Laying down in the grass
Standing out on a balcony in Chicago
Being with the person I love
Kissing him
Looking into his eyes
Smiling
Having a good laugh
Touching water
Sweating at least once a day (from working out)
Breathing in and out, slowly once a day
Putting my favorite song on repeat
Writing
Thinking about someone and smile
These are to name a few, remember that the simple things make us happy for a reason. They keep us grounded in this fast-paced world. Stay grounded.
What are some simple things that make you happy?
Danielle LaPorte
wear your white shirts. get them pressed.
use your good dishes — everyday.
shave on weekends.
do not wait for special occasions.
do not tuck your best away in the drawers, in the back of the closet, in your heart.
don’t wait for holidays or invitations.
declare that your today is the special occasion.
call instead of emailing. (it feels so good to connect.)
go for coffee.
quit.
renounce your glory days. you’ve told all of those stories more than twice.
focus forward.
wear perfume for yourself. toss your only-wear-around-the-house clothes and let your good clothes graduate to around-the-house status.
intend to feel good all of the time.
write your book.
launch.
make great sex a priority. (this alone will make you more creative and free. on your death bed, you will think about all the great sex you had this lifetime.)
burn your to-do list.
write poetry. One a day.
make a point to be as encouraging as possible, as much as possible, to everyone possible.
don’t look back.
if you feel like you’re always failing, consider that this is part of being an artist. let it be a divine inclination. keep going.
enter.
leave.
eat real food.
often refuse to be in the presence of people who make you feel repressed, anxious, or pull your frequency down.
do not entertain haters.
send light to the haters.
give it away. you probably don’t need it and someone else does.
turn off the tv.
let it be easy.
burn candles. during the day.
fall in love. with yourself. with the person you’re with. with the persons in your orbit.
because no one is perfect, but you can let the love be perfect for the both of you.
because everyone — everyone — is a doorway to God.
because you can get there from here.
because life is short.
There are things in life that I understand and so much more that I don’t. Tell me why no one, in the heavens nor on Earth can understand love. Things that I’m positive about love: It makes any sane mind go crazy, it makes everything illogical, it turns the strongest of men into puppies. It makes people smile out from ear to ear, and breaks our hearts into a million pieces. It makes people want to live forever, then makes them want to take lives. Such a confusing emotion.
I’ve been hurt, I’m sure as much as anyone out there. Not to long ago I lost someone who I truly cared about. I wasn’t in love but I did love him. Yes, there is a difference. The way things ended made me fill my head with such depressing thoughts. ”Why do I even try?” “I give up on love” I see others and always think.. “Why does love come so easy to some and not to me?” Sometimes I truly believe that I will never find someone and most of the time I’m perfectly okay with that. Other times… well somethings should be shared with someone you love.
Throughout all of my experiences and people I know, how can I believe for this emotion to exist? Is this a true emotion? Then I see moments where I know that there is true love. I was watching Chicago Fire – I wish I had a video to show you guys because I’m not sure if my words can capture the moment that happened – I’ll try though. There were 3 firefighters (Just started to watch the series so I’m not too sure of names) bought a bar, while performing reconstruction they found an unopened safe in the wall. They opened it and found a contract for the bar between the old owner and some (unknown). Looking further into the safe they found a sealed box, upon opening it there was a silver star which is the 3rd highest ranking in the military. Along with a piece of paper with the owner’s name.
The 3 firefighters find this old veteran to give him back his medal and to see if he wanted anything to do with the bar. The last bar owner was a bit of a crook. They travel to an old folks home to see the old veteran. They gave him his medal thinking that it was one of his best treasures along with the bar, they asked him if he felt cheated out and if he would like a cut of the bar’s profits. The veteran laughed and said “That bar doesn’t mean anything to me, (the old owner) got the bar..” he paused, then smirked” I got the girl” At this moment I couldn’t believe people still thought of girls as treasures, at this point I was at the edge of my seat.
The old veteran proceeded to point to his wedding band ” Married 44 years, we were in love, everyone thought we wouldn’t last a day… but we made it. She was the love of my life” At this point I’m bawling my eyes out! Literally crying like a big baby. Just to heard a man say those words.. I never heard anyone say them. One of the firefighters asked the old veteran what his wife’s name was.
Side note: The 3 firefighters had tried to come up with a name for the bar
I’m sure you can imagine what happens next but I’m going to tell you anyways! They picked up the vet and brought him to the location of the bar. There was this big unveiling of the bar’s name. The banner dropped and in big letters the name Molly’s appeared. The old veteran’s eyes filled up with tears “You’re going to name the bar Molly’s?” One of the firefighter bent down “If that’s okay with you.” The old vet just smiled and cried. At that moment there weren’t enough tissues in the world to stop me from crying. It was embarrassing, but I’m glad I see moments like this. Though dramatized I do believe that moments like this happen. I do believe in love. That moment made me have hope in love again. I can only imagine to love someone so much where my heart skips a beat, to hold them and never let go. To be with your best friend everyday. I can’t imagine to love someone so much that it hurts. I can’t just yet.. but I want too. I want that kind of love. I want that love where when I say my vows, those will be the truest words I’ll ever say to someone. I want that love and in time I will have it and you will too. To anyone reading who thinks that love will never happen to them.. it will. Just keep believing and remember moments like this. Everyone should be in love at least once in a lifetime.
It’s a beautiful thing.
