I’ve been ruminating lately on how our motherhood-ness is inextricably intertwined with Fatherhood -ness 🌱
whether it’s a loving hubby ... an ass of an ex husband ...the jerk you had a one night stand with or an actual like real live “sperm donor” ...you did not make the little humans running around your house destroying it ...alone.
I don’t know my biological Father. In fact I’ve never laid eyes on him even in a picture. I wouldn’t know him if I ran into him on the street, but I’ve done the inside work and well I’m good and I feel whole without him having to be in my life. 🌱
But as I raise my children I realize how even he is linked to their being here! 🌱
I’ve started to do a meditation that includes forgiving him and thanking him and sending him love 😳
I know that as I love my hubby wholly fully with abandon that I love them. 🌱
Same for my Biological Father. As I forgive their grandfather that they don’t know ... I Love them as well. 🌱
We are all connected and nowhere is it more visceral then looking into their eyes and imagining all of those who came before them.
So I challenge us all no matter our circumstances to send some love to the XY of our XX
And don’t be surprised if it makes your heart open just a little wider and make your kids shine a little brighter with this new channel of love flowing to them .... 💛💛💛💛