The moment that I became a mother, I knew that I would die for my babies. The flood of emotion that washed over me the night that I gave birth for the first time was undeniably one of the most powerful experiences of my life. In a moment, my whole reality changed, my priorities changed, my mindset changed, my life changed.

You honor your authenticity in a way that I have never witnessed a human embody authenticity before. It takes my breath away to watch you have such a deep and strong sense of self that you never waiver from who you are.

I  knew it wasn’t easy for him to disappoint someone, especially someone he cared about. Of all of my children, he was the one who struggled with disappointing people the most. He and I were working hard on him being ok with voicing his own needs and desires, even if someone else didn’t like them.

I sat with my eyes closed as I began to shift my awareness from the inner landscape of myself to the outside world and the room I was in. I began to listen for sounds in the room, I could smell the essential oil diffuser that was running. I wasn’t really ready to open my eyes yet so I left them closed.

I smiled gently at her, knowing that the conversation was done. She didn’t need to understand the way that I move through the world or the way that my son does. I understand him, and that’s enough; I don’t need her to.

It was pitch dark, and I couldn’t see anything, but I recognized that my body was searching, almost like my eyes wanted to see the concepts that were landing for me. I could feel my eyes darting back and forth, and as they moved, energy began to awaken in my body.

Seconds after standing, the next wave of contraction came, and she pulled me close to her. I clung to her, and my head gently landed on her shoulder as the wave of contraction washed over my body. It was one of my first experiences of fully letting someone hold me, mostly because I had no choice.

She had severe neck pain which had been present for years, and during the somatic session, it became clear to her that the pain was a way that she was punishing herself. She was punishing herself for being in an environment where she had experienced trauma, punishing herself for not following her intuition and leaving the environment.

“Hey baby, how was your day,” I asked as he hopped into the back seat of the car. 

“Not that great,” he responded as he furrowed his brow.

I looked back at him in the rearview mirror. “What happened, love” I asked. 

“I had to do some testing today and it made me mad” he said, with audible anger in his voice.