“Dust in the Wind” Celtic Echo (Irish Folk Version)

 

No one teaches moms how to become moms of adults.

 

When our children are young, motherhood comes with a certain kind of clarity.

There are lunches to pack, rides to give, problems to solve, homework to help with, and a thousand little ways we know where we're needed. We may not always feel confident, but most of the time we know what our job is.

Then our children grow up.

And at some point, often without anyone warning us, the relationship starts asking something different of us.

We still love them just as deeply. We still care just as much. But the way we express that love often has to change.

The hard part is that nobody really teaches mothers how to make that transition.

One day you realize the role you've known for years doesn't fit quite the same way anymore. Yet there's no roadmap for what comes next. You're left trying to figure out when to offer help, when to hold back, what to say, what to keep to yourself, and how to stay connected while also making room for your own life.

It's an uncomfortable place to be because you're standing between two versions of the relationship. The old one no longer fits, and the new one is still taking shape.

Many mothers assume that uncertainty means they're doing something wrong.

I don't think that's true.

I think it's often what growth looks like. Two people learning how to relate to each other in a completely new season of life.

If this resonates, it's exactly the kind of thing I write about in Moments for Moms. Honest conversations about the parts of motherhood that don't get talked about nearly enough.

Source: Pam Tronson Coaching on Facebook

The Dogwood Tree

 

The Dogwood Tree

by Anonymous

When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew

To a towering size with a lovely hue.

Its branches were strong and interwoven

And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen

Being distressed at the use of the wood

Christ made a promise which still holds good:

"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow

To be large enough for a tree, and so

Slender and twisted it shall always be

With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.

The petals shall have bloodstains marked brown

And in the blossom's center a thorny crown.

All who see it will think of Me,

Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.

Protected and cherished this tree shall be

A reflection to all of My agony.

The TRUTH is...

 

"The TRUTH is, that all of the 'STUFF' here on earth we work so hard to buy and accumulate ... does not mean a thing.

At the end of the day ... people will be cleaning out our 'STUFF', going through our 'STUFF', figuring out what to do with all of our 'STUFF'...

This 'STUFF' we've accumulated in our life.

The only thing of VALUE that remains, are the MEMORIES and what we deposit into others.

May we all learn to spend less time accumulating 'STUFF' and spend way more time making MEMORIES.

~ ECSaayli

Source: Bring Side on Facebook

Ella Langley - Loving Life Again

 

Native American Flute Music | Healing Your Mind | The Soul and Heart Of Mother Earth

 

Tribal Light Flute ~ Native American Spirit Flute