Teaching Love

It’s been awhile… I’ve been digesting life. Slowly.

I wish I could tell my daughter things to make her life easier. I wish that I could sit down with her and catch her eye and she would hear me. Our relationship isn’t quite like that. She doesn’t enjoy eye contact and sitting still for more than 4 seconds is a very, very challenging task. So heart to hearts don’t come easy.

I wish I could tell her that it’s all about Love. Everything. Everywhere. We go through so many years of pain and drama over wishing people would love us, love us more, love us better. We change who we are, what we think, what we dream, so maybe people will love us more.  We yell and scream and hurt others, because we’re AFRAID they don’t love us.  We miss so much magic, and beauty, and wonder within ourselves while we’re trying to make sure someone sees us in our glory.

breathe

If I could just teach her she’s amazing, enough to fill her tank…. If she could find that confidence and love herself and her brilliant ideas and her frustrating quirks and worry less about the world …. it would be a sweeter life.

Yet, after 37 years of doing the same myself, it’s a hard habit to break. Schoolyard whispers still claw at the back of my thoughts, should I have said that? worn that? done that? I mean, I’m better than I used to be. After frantically asking myself several times I can usually actually remind myself that it doesn’t matter now. But the first voice is the one of doubt. How much practice it takes to change that. I wish, I could help her find that sweet voice while she’s young, and hear it first.

Because if you are truly comfortable with loving yourself to pieces, and you act from love towards others, what else is there?

Create your Sunshine Life – by Loving yourself to pieces first. xoxo

 

peace

About cloversunshine

Book reading, kid wrangling, chardonnay sipping, art loving, hippy kind of momma

Posted on February 6, 2015, in Sunshine Life and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. One day your daughter will surely understand you….my mumma is same like you….nd now she is my strength….she is everything.
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