Where to start? I want to apologize. I’ll start with the Hawaiian forgiveness prayer:
I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you.
I haven’t been even close to perfect as a mom. I’ve made a lot of mistakes and have many regrets. There are things I wish I could undo or redo. Unfortunately, we can’t change the past but we can change the present and the future.
Your birth was surrounded in mystery. But I knew. I knew I wanted you and loved you unconditionally right away. I trusted the universe’s plan and still do.
You were a happy, enthusiastic although misunderstood child. Your skin made you different. In the early 2000s, skin is still humanity’s way of judging, stereotyping and labeling. And it has to stop. But how? I see your generation and I have so much hope. Look to history to guide you- the people’s history.
Maybe there can be an Earth of peace one day. I see the peaceful protests reminding us of MLK, JR. I see the LGBTQ+, Veterans, disabled, homeless and socioeconomic disadvantaged standing strong as the multitude we create. In those communities I see movement and hope.
You are an old soul, here so many times before. Personality evolves and love becomes all. The beingness in the now moment and striving to respond from your heart chakra with love in every heartbeat. That is awareness, awakening. If everyone did this the world would change. The promise and hope of change exists for the world but it starts with us.
There is a pandemic. Sickness is spreading, so is wellness. Choose to remain well. Fight for your life, for your right to be here. You are a rainbow warrior sent here to fulfill a big life purpose. Don’t worry, your purpose finds you. All you have to do is be open to it. And know that you are safe, loved and protected. Make that your center.
I know you’re young and sometimes I struggle to bring big issues to your level. But I’m trying and I love you.
There are fires, COVID, and racial unrest; anger, sickness and ignorance abound. You have dealt with death, disability and other personal struggles. Too much. Too many. Collectively and personally, we are overwhelmed, traumatized and scared. And we have every right to be.
Channel your energy. When you feel angry, draw or play guitar, journal or do something like throw rocks in the river or scream into your pillow (that’s my favorite these days). And keep questioning and talking. Remain flexible and teachable.
You’ll find your way. I’m finding mine too. We never stop learning or searching.
You’re original, remarkable and so talented. You’re funny, smart and the joy of my life. Stand tall in whoever you decide to be and remain true to your higher power. Admit when you’re wrong and speak up for the less fortunate. Believe in yourself and create your own path. I’ll be here cheering you on and doing the same.
Love you. ❤