Mother F....
Forever.
Forever a nurturer, forever a mother.
Even in high school I got referred to as mom sometimes. Mom and Sir.
Even at 16, had some of those mothering qualities. It's how I love.
And I try to come from love, it's an extension of my faith. My understanding of how we're supposed to strive to be. Our relationships with others, directly reflects our relationship with our Creator.
I have a bumper sticker on my car, from Penzy's spices. “Love people, cook them tasty food.”
Love it for what it says about making real food, and because I like that company and their message.
Integrated living, like being mother-like.
Today was Mother's Day. The worst Mother's Day in so many ways, yet weirdly OK.
Covid19 barely beginning to lift lock downs, made it so I did NOT get to go to Denver and see Chelsea and Corey for her first mother's day, my first Grandma title bearing (leaning towards Grammy- Sheila – music – Grammy) and my baby being 30 tomorrow.
I had a meal with Dad (although he was confused) Aunt Anita, birthdad and his wife, Bonus Mom. I video chatted with the kids and their spouses and Corey. We talked together about Grandpa T, praying he heals from his hearty surgery, and the country opening back up.
Things are serious, and wonderful, and scary and beautiful all at the same time.
And I mothered. And I cooked. And I felt. And engaged, and was grateful.
Outside of time is my soul, and my mother aspects of my being. That's where all my mothers are. Your mother too.
Wherever you love and fiercely protect, and soothe and care for... that's your mothering.
Those aspects of you are loving and mothering to all you love, across time. There's the longing. The connection that is forever real.
My adoptive mother, my birth mother, my never-met grandmothers, my bonus mother, my daughter, my granddaughter... I'm no more related really to them because of the DNA or not, my soul is mothered by or mothering to, outside of time. It's that connection, a reflection of my connection with God.
Your soul is already a mother, to those you love.
I look forward to being in the presence of God. When I'm not Sheila, but my soul has a name. Right now being Sheila in the very moment is really wonderful.
And to those of you who say, well, I've never been a mother? But you have. That's what you're doing when you're loving them. When you're mothering your friend, nephew, the kitten, co-workers, parent. And you had a mother. You either got or long for that kind of love.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone today. As we navigate through this quarantine weirdness. I'm going to go mother my father now...#Alzheimerssucks
Keep being a Mother. May 10, 2020
Forever a nurturer, forever a mother.
Even in high school I got referred to as mom sometimes. Mom and Sir.
Even at 16, had some of those mothering qualities. It's how I love.
And I try to come from love, it's an extension of my faith. My understanding of how we're supposed to strive to be. Our relationships with others, directly reflects our relationship with our Creator.
I have a bumper sticker on my car, from Penzy's spices. “Love people, cook them tasty food.”
Love it for what it says about making real food, and because I like that company and their message.
Integrated living, like being mother-like.
Today was Mother's Day. The worst Mother's Day in so many ways, yet weirdly OK.
Covid19 barely beginning to lift lock downs, made it so I did NOT get to go to Denver and see Chelsea and Corey for her first mother's day, my first Grandma title bearing (leaning towards Grammy- Sheila – music – Grammy) and my baby being 30 tomorrow.
I had a meal with Dad (although he was confused) Aunt Anita, birthdad and his wife, Bonus Mom. I video chatted with the kids and their spouses and Corey. We talked together about Grandpa T, praying he heals from his hearty surgery, and the country opening back up.
Things are serious, and wonderful, and scary and beautiful all at the same time.
And I mothered. And I cooked. And I felt. And engaged, and was grateful.
Outside of time is my soul, and my mother aspects of my being. That's where all my mothers are. Your mother too.
Wherever you love and fiercely protect, and soothe and care for... that's your mothering.
Those aspects of you are loving and mothering to all you love, across time. There's the longing. The connection that is forever real.
My adoptive mother, my birth mother, my never-met grandmothers, my bonus mother, my daughter, my granddaughter... I'm no more related really to them because of the DNA or not, my soul is mothered by or mothering to, outside of time. It's that connection, a reflection of my connection with God.
Your soul is already a mother, to those you love.
I look forward to being in the presence of God. When I'm not Sheila, but my soul has a name. Right now being Sheila in the very moment is really wonderful.
And to those of you who say, well, I've never been a mother? But you have. That's what you're doing when you're loving them. When you're mothering your friend, nephew, the kitten, co-workers, parent. And you had a mother. You either got or long for that kind of love.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone today. As we navigate through this quarantine weirdness. I'm going to go mother my father now...#Alzheimerssucks
Keep being a Mother. May 10, 2020
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