Today is my daughter’s 10^th Birthday.  Yay!  

It’s poignant for me, giving me a chance to reflect on the last ten years, the majority of which as a sole parent.  As a family we are in such a different place and had I not listened and observed my children as they have grown, we may never have got to this place.  To that I honour my children and thank them for all they have guided me to.  

Today I would briefly like to share some experiences…

The children reconnected me to that feeling of unconditional love that can often get lost in adult relationships.  Still to this day, I remember that feeling of cuddling my curly haired chubby toddler who was beside himself at dinner being late again.  The scene is permanently etched in my heart.  Sometimes all we need is a reminder.

As I embraced my personal healing, however difficult, I took the children to a healer (now friend) to heal their birth trauma.  After the session, my son (age 3) went round the room collecting up crystals handing them out to each of us and telling us who they were for.  I think this was the point I really stood up and paid attention.  For within that little body lay such wonderful wisdom, simply too amazing to ignore.

Paying attention to the nuances became a way of life.  For my son, it was bedtime.  For my daughter, it was the loving notes – everywhere and the unavoidable triggers.  

My son would see everything at bedtime.  Ghosts, skeletons (of different colours), you name it, anything ghoulish.  At first, I thought it was a function of the Scooby Doo, however, I soon learned it was not the case.  For Edwin is a healer too.  As a child, it was his way of articulating what he was picking up.  Not only was seeing stuff, he was also laying breadcrumbs for me to decipher.  It could take weeks to unravel, but over time I realised his bedtime visions were a function of the lower fourth astral plane or related to some information that needed to be dug up from the Akashic Records and healed.  He now sleeps with his own force shield around his bed, impenetrable to anything but family and friends.

My daughter was different.  Give her a pack of yellow stickies and messages of a loving nature were left everywhere.  Reminders of love, to dream big, to love the world, you name it.  It was like sprinkling fairy dust everywhere, her way.  It’s mostly always a delight to open a notebook for work and find one of her notes.  I say mostly as occasionally I would get a note with some emotional homework.   What amazes me today is that she can articulate her feelings so easily, explain why something isn’t right and what needs to change.

My daughter though, also unfortunately had the unenviable role of being the worst trigger for me.  For a long while the words ‘tidy’ and ‘playroom’ would induce all feelings imaginable within.  I soon leant that it was time to withdraw and focus on the necessary healing/inner work.  Something that became easier as the children have become old.  It’s not easy to meditate with a toddler on your tummy.  Over time though, I learned she was indeed holding the light for me and my son to do what we need to do.  

My children have been (and still are to some extent) my guides.  Conjoined with my utter refusal to project my ‘crap’ onto them, it’s made a remarkable catalyst for change.  Whilst the system does it’s best to shut down their gifts and innate abilities, I regularly check (and clear) their third eyes in the hope they won’t have as much relearning as I had to do.  I can only ever be extremely grateful for their love and guidance.  In that, I honour my children and only ask as a society we do the same: Honour Our Children.