My Mom Shines on Through Me

๐๐ฎ ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ข๐
๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ง…
๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐.
๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ, ๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐, ๐ก๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ๐จ
๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ…
๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐,
๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ข๐.
This little poem flowed from me about 6 months ago, and recently I’ve reflected on it and all it means. What it says, and just as significant, what it doesn’t say.
As children, our souls are interwoven with our mother’s souls. With our father’s souls, too, but there’s another level to this mother-child bond. We grow for more than 9 months inside our mothers – being nourished, comforted by their heartbeat, wrapped in their love.
Throughout my childhood and into early adulthood, my mom infused me with her light and love. She directly and indirectly shaped me into the person I am. She absolutely inspired and lay the foundation for me to be the mother I am.
My mom also radiated light and joy wherever she went and upon others whose lives she touched. Whether it was the cashier at the grocery store or her close friends, and anyone in between, she always had a smile and kind words. This makes it extra meaningful when someone who knew my mom looks me right in the eyes, smiles warmly, and tells me that they see or feel her in me. I want to help keep sharing and shining her essence.
What’s not included in the words of this poem is something very important:
My mom is still shining her essence into this world. As are your loved ones who have passed away. Whether we fill with thoughts of them, feel their love, sense their presence, visit with them in our dreams, receive signs or other messages…they are with us and loving us.
We forever carry them, share them, and they continue to shine. Through us, yes, but also with their own beautiful energy. ๐