It is beautiful being a Mother, and truly a gift of life in so many ways. When we hold our child for the very first time, there are no words to describe the love and bond we feel, it is divine in every way. When we see our children grow up and make their own discoveries along the way, it is exciting and a reminder of the inner child within ourselves.
Being a mother is a great responsibility, we are their custodians, their guiders, their nurturers, and disciplinarians, with that comes great responsibility, and we do not always get it right, for we are not all whole when we become that Mother.
We raise our children from a pattern of how we were raised, which is not always good. No blame on our parents, for they are following a pattern too. If we feel something is lacking, or we want to do things differently, then follow your heart, it will guide us well, listen to your soul for it can not lie, and allow ourselves to go in and reach out, for our own children will show us how to go in and be the heart and soul that we are.
Your children will test your limits, they will push every button, and they will test the boundaries of life over and over again. Show them how to always live from the heart consciousness, and to listen to their own instincts as to go over those boundaries or not. When they make mistakes, discipline yes, but never ever leave a child feeling unloved. Love and discipline are 2 separate things, you are addressing the mistake from them to learn from, but it never should have how much you love them or not dangled in their face.
Love is pure, true, and unconditional, and never should be used as a punishment. as to if you love them or not when they do wrong.
My own children are in their 30s now, one with a child of her own; seeing her with her son and the light that exudes from her, is truly an illuminating blessing, and warms my very soul. Seeing his Uncle and Aunt croon over him and how much this little soul lights up their lives is also totally divine.
As a GrandMama, I am so in love with him and can now take the time to see him discover life in a way I could not while raising my own children. and I am enjoying just gobbling him up and seeing him in his own discovery of life.
Children are our future, teach them well and show them the way to live from the heart and listen to their souls, and always have a loving consciousness in everything they do, and they will live a life of beautiful meaningful purpose that serves us all, allow them their own self-discovery to being that awesome human being that they are.
TO ALL YOU MAMA’S OUT THERE, WELL DONE, YOU ARE THE ROOT OF THE FAMILY AND THE BRANCHES THAT FOREVER GROW.
Keep on being Mama, but remember you were a child, a woman before you were a Mama, SO MAKE SURE YOU DO NOT LOSE YOURSELF ON MAMAHOOD BUT FIND A BALANCE THAT ENCOMPASSES THE WHOLE OF YOU.
From one Happy Mama/GrandMa to you all Happy Mama’s Day.
Truly
Sara Troy
The story I was stuck on had crossed the line between work and personal. It started with this rhetorical question around work: Why can’t I have a six-figure launch? A few months ago, I planned it all and had every last detail buttoned up. And like so many other launches, this one went sideways
Look, I’ve been hell-bent on having a 6-figure launch for a looong time. And it has ZERO to do with money. Call me stubborn…it’s about ME proving to ME that I can do it. That I am worthy. Online coaches with a fraction of my experience have wildly successful launches. This means it IS possible, and I want to do it, too. It’s simple until the deprecating self-talk kicks in. I am …A rebellious black sheep middle child Not smart enough Not creative enough Not tech-savvy enough Not focused enough…. This is what happens when you listen to the BS that feels like reality when it’s only someone else’s story. That story—that truth—is about the C-Word..The story belonged to Mr. Purro (Pure-oh), the principal at my elementary school. What role could Mr. Purro possibly play in derailing my online launch…five decades later?? 
While I felt trapped, they labeled me a disruptor who roams. I was told I was never where I was “supposed” to be. Ouch. My parents agreed. Sit in the classroom and keep your mouth shut, they warned me with their stern voices and thick Brooklyn accents. Don’t “worry” about everyone else. This, however, was not my truth. I wasn’t disrupting anything. And I wasn’t “worried.”I was CURIOUS. I was exploring so I could…Heighten my senses and explore the (Woodbrook Elementary School) world Watch people and overhear (interesting) conversationsStir my curiosityLearn without being limited to doing worksheets at my desk Yes, I loved reading, writing, and social studies. I could tolerate most of the worksheets. But my brain didn’t function anywhere near peak performance when I sat stuffed in a box of mediocrity.
If Mr. Purro told parents today that their kids’ curiosity had no place in school, he’d probably be unemployed. School leaders aren’t paid to stifle learning and development. You see, Mr. Purro’s opinion about my roaming kept me paralyzed for 5 agonizing decades. The self-doubt that came with my curiosity kept me wondering: “Where am I supposed to be?” Mr. Purro nearly convinced me that I was damaged in some weird way. This is typically the intersection that entrepreneurs come to when we try to separate our business and personal lives. The line is way too blurry. My 1972 detriment became the superpower that’s fueled my 38-year career in communications. 
Pay attention to the nuances that most people miss
Here’s the key.
…Are you ready to walk away from the stories that are keeping you stuck in mediocrity? When will you give yourself permission to see and tell your story through a fresh, more empowering lens? People are waiting for you to share even just a bit of your journey. 
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