I've said it before, I'll say it again and I live it . . . Every. Single. Day. "My kids are my biggest teachers."
The end. (Just kidding).
When Phoenix, age 9, was a toddler, he's always say "dem" instead of they and it just sorta stuck. Hence the title of this blog.
I'm a Supermom of 5 kiddos, ages 6, 6, 9, 12 and 18. When I say "Supermom," do I mean perfect? Hell no. I mean that I do my best, with breath. I begin again - again and again. I walk my talk. I show my kiddos how to be awake, alive, mindful and expect the best. I teach them to treat others well and not to judge - to understand that that person has a story you know nothing about. I teach them how to pick up after themselves and recently taught them how to dust, sweep and mop their rooms and their "chosen room" of the new white castle and clean their bathroom (one of my biggest and proudest accomplishments to this day - I'm not joking). I tell them all day every single day and night that they can be, do and have anything that they want. I teach them about the law of attraction. I love them with a full open heart. I hug and kiss them, a lot. I tell them they are amazing, because they are. Am I perfect? Hell, no.
Last Friday a friend was describing her Mom with tears in her eyes, saying that she never once saw her Mom get mad - that she did everything for everyone all the time . . . that her Mom was basically a Saint (not her words, I am paraphrasing). This was a big "aha moment" for this Supermom. It hit me that I have heard several people over the last few decades describe their Moms in this way -- say things like:
~ "I never once heard my Mom swear."
~ "My Mom never got mad, not once - not ever."
~ "My Mom was a Saint."
~ "My Mom always gave to others, never thought of herself."
And on and on. These are just a few examples.
I remember when my friend said her Mom never swore, I thought to myself, "Wow, really?"
So, what was the "aha moment?" After EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE PEOPLE DESCRIBED THEIR MOMS IN THIS WAY, they then told me that their Mom had passed away from cancer, or had had a stroke. Gasp. This is my super sciency, extremely well documented, double blind 2 decade study (not) . . . but hey, there does seem to be a pattern here.
Dude, ya gotta feel dem feelings. Feel 'em, talk about 'em, speak yo' truth, get mad, be real . . . and then move on. Don't dwell (law of attraction is real and is always at work), but be authentic. Don't make yourself (literally) sick by faking it - or anything.
We are all human. No one is perfect, and if they seem to be, they are fakin' it - or you are projecting. (Tangent: which I do a lot if you've ever met or talked to me: On the same day that this friend told me about her Mom who always gave and never took care of herself - and had a stroke - another friend told me that her friend thought I was a "perfect Stepford wife." I laughed so hard. That made my day. Ahhhhh, projections are the bomb. I ain't perfect and I surely ain't a Stepford wife, although The ORIGINAL Stepford Wives was filmed in the town next to my hometown outside Chicago and my Dad knew Peter Masterson (the dude who played the evil husband)! That's my only connection to the Stepford Wives. ;) ;)