Tears dripping down my face, he asked; Why are you so sad?
“Sad?” I replied, surprised. Then I realized that he only associates tears with sadness—he hasn’t yet felt the deep emotion of nostalgic gratitude.
“I’m not sad, not at all. I’m just so thankful to be your mom,” I explained.
As my son begins his last year at Montessori, my heart is stretching in ways I didn’t know it could. We’re both growing. Each of his milestones is a gift to me as his mother, and with each one, we both expand.
Many of you already know that my path to motherhood was anything but easy. It was the hardest journey I’ve ever endured, and that’s saying something for a woman who has faced near-death experiences and arrived in Canada as a refugee after the tragedy of civil war.
Nostalgic gratitude is a gift. It’s a blessing in disguise. It’s a new day and hope all wrapped into one. Today, it’s all those things combined, and the miracle that it is to be a mom.
The pathway to my son was full of trials, losses, tears and growth. That is why I am writing this post.
I don’t know what you’re going through right now—whether it’s just everyday stress or a major life change—but I want to remind you that the challenges you face today will one day be the reason you feel that same nostalgic gratitude.
Whatever you do now, while you are in the middle of it all, is a step your future self will be proud of.
Sending love your way,
Olga
PS: Did you know I’m doing a series of in person workshops? Yup, you, me and coffee! The first one, Detox from Perfectionism is happening September 14th, I still have spots available. It’s $20. It will be at 3:30 pm and it will be at 3417 Trim Road, a small coffee shop in Navan.
How does that sound?
Opmerkingen