You will get advice or read articles, similar to this one, some of it will be extremely helpful and some information will feel off track, and that’s okay. Your placement, your adoption story, the birth of your baby, will all be uniquely and entirely yours. Lean on the advice that feels best suited to your situation.
I can give you a rundown of answers that you will find in every other article that you Google, and though these lists are helpful I prefer to stick to what is real and honest.
Being a birthmother feels as courageous as reaching the highest summit. The view from the top is both frightening and incredibly rewarding.
Can you image the POWER we could have if we instantly believed in the positive feedback we received?
No matter how difficult the healing can be. You must surrender it to Source until the flames burn out.
These rocks and twigs will lead your way if you continue movement. The mountain water doesn't overthink its path, it naturally moves with the current. Continuous, harmonically, creating this space in which I sit.
Follow the path of stillness, where that which you love and that which you must let go becomes a simple gesture.
Yet no words would fill the page • No inspired thought found her •
If I could pull this oversized t-shirt over my head and hide my face, I would. Every stereotype you place in my lap has already been tattooed on my face. Point your fingers. Question my integrity. Hell, question who I WILL become.
A strange and powerful way to accept yourself.
There I sit in the middle of the wizz pool, by choice, when there is a perfect adult size pool situated next to this lukewarm bath water.
...because I give a damn about YOU, about those around me, about relationships, friendships, and about being a NICE person.
I can’t look in your eyes and see years of memories. I can’t even pretend to know who you are or who you want to become...
“I can help you. We can help you,” she said.
I looked up from the web of insecurity as her eyes meet mine.
My only frustration… that I didn’t start sooner!
When will I look out at the view and be grateful for this time? When will I be able to turn this into something I can look back on as a positive lesson?
My concussion had taken so much away from me and every time I received something back, it felt like it was nicely wrapped and placed in my hands like a gift. My increasing gratitude made each gift feel that much sweeter and this moment was no different.
