These days there is little time for catching my breath. My house is full of life. Three sweet daughters who have been my teachers and in more ways then one they have raised me up out of the fear ridden box I used to call home. "Wake up mommy", is not only how my daughters greet me in the morning as the climb into my bed, it is their sibliminal communication that I have come to understand so well. Before I became a conscious parent my own wounds prevented me from seeing, feeling and connecting with my daughters' needs. Their cries, outbursts, displeasing behaviors, frequent arguments, and high pitched squeals used to drive me crazy. That was until I realized that my own inner child was agitated and annoyed by its lack of nurturing and self love that any cry for help my child released made my own cry of help intensify!
Parenting myself became my number one priority because I realized rhat trapped inside my physical body was my inner child that despery needed unconditional love. Being a conscious parent involves so many moving parts, many of them are down right ugly. Especially when a parent and child(ren) are experiencing simultaneous meltdowns. This has happened on many occasions in my journey. The unloved child in me screams, "love me too" as my three children cry out in their own way! One asks for constant hugs, the other needs sugar, the iPad, of a friend to play with, and the baby needs to be held. My child, she just needs a nice long bath, a nap, or some good food. *** coming back to add more***