Our moms walked the path we are now walking, and they know us in ways no one else quite can. Their perspective, wrapped in their unmatched love for us, soothes and enlightens us.
It’s hard to imagine that you can communicate with people who have passed away. It doesn’t really compute in the mortal world. Even though I love the movie Ghost, it lacks the trappings of reality.
We don’t always make a lot of sense and in the early years of relationship no one thought we were going to make it (not even us) but a decade later we are dedicated to making it work and to the surprise of many, it does.
I felt like I wasn’t really there, that this wasn’t really happening. Logically, I knew it was but it felt almost as if I was watching a bad movie that I was starring in.
I got on the phone with him and just hearing his voice made me feel a little better. It was like talking to my past when life was simple and we were high school sweethearts.
Years ago, I grappled with situational depression following a really tough period in my marriage. That was the first time I ever had to deal with it first hand.
Today, I am exploring new ways to think about resolutions. Maybe it will be how I approach each day. I’d like to come from a place of grace or curiosity, of joy or focus, of compassion or love.
As mamas we grow into our role and learn with our children. Our love for them is like no other because they grew inside of us and are part of our soul. Each of their milestones shapes us, too.
It is the onion of life. On top is the shit that is thrown at you. Peel away the layers and you find people, your people, waiting to catch you. Lift you up. Make you whole again.
Depression is not something you can just use will power to overcome. It robs you of your will power. It actually affects your thought patterns and thought process.