{Treat others as they would like to be treated: The Platinum Rule ~ Tony Alessandra}
A meditation for those who, bearing the emotional weight of insufficient childhoods, have closed up, stopped growing and ceased shining.
May I respect my right to BE. May I revel in my very existence. May I pause and notice my chest rising and falling, my feet padding across the wood floor, my voice speaking, laughing, singing. May I wake up to the beauty that surrounds me. May I be filled.
May I take my place in the nature of things, unburdening myself with worry over outcomes. May I let go of the “perfect popular fancy pants” me I thought I wanted. May I see the life I have. May I release myself from approval games. May I let go of self-protection and absorption. May I eradicate emotional abuse by refusing to bully myself. May I come out of hiding. May I be my own voice of justice.
May I cease to fear my feelings. May I understand that feeling pain does not condemn me. May I not silence my own cries. May my narrow perspective about my human struggles be blasted open. May I adore my glaring flaws, all the frantic awkwardness and pit of bottomless need. May I be transformed by compassion. May I glimpse the part of myself that has never been wounded. May I be swept away altogether into Love.
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May I respect my child’s right to BE. May I revel in my child’s very existence. May I pause and notice my child, their chest rising and falling, their feet padding across the wood floor, their voice speaking, laughing, singing. May I help my child wake up to the beauty that surrounds them. May my child be filled.
May I allow my child to take their place in the nature of things, unburdening them with worry over outcomes. May I let go of the “perfect popular fancy pants” child I thought I wanted. May I see the child I have. May I release my child from approval games. May I let my child live free of self-protection and absorption. May I eradicate emotional abuse by refusing to bully my child. May I never force my child into hiding. May I be my child’s voice of justice.
May I cease to fear my child’s feelings. May I understand that my child’s feeling pain does not condemn them. May I not silence my child’s own cries. May my narrow perspective about my child’s human struggles be blasted open. May I adore my child’s glaring flaws, all the frantic awkwardness and pit of bottomless need. May my child be transformed by my compassion. May I glimpse the part of my child that has never been wounded. May I allow my child to be swept away altogether into Love.
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Love love love. So many powerful statements here. xo
Beautiful post, Lorissa! I simply loved what you wrote “May I pause and notice my child, their chest rising and falling, their feet padding across the wood floor, their voice speaking, laughing, singing.” So lovely. What a fantastic reminder to be careful with the words we speak to our little ones, using encouragement rather than shame to parent and raise them. Reminds me of a motto I once heard, “Our words can be poison or medicine.” Thank you!
Thank you, Tiffany! We all need reminders and inspiration as parents!