Last night I asked my energy mind to help me with a parenting situation. This is what it presented to me.
I see a woman and she has a beautiful turquoise colour chunky beaded necklace on around her neck. It also has a stone pendant with a triangle symbol on it. I feel my energy body move and I see this woman move in the same way and from this I understand I am looking into a mirror and this woman is actually me.
She looks different than I do though. She is older and her hair is cut differently and a lighter colour. Wavy, light brown. But it’s still my face. I look older, far more peaceful though. I am happy, calm, and I have a nurturing motherly way about me. I can’t explain why, I just look more motherly than I feel I do now!
I suspect I am a grandmother now and even thinking about that makes me emotional and happy and start to tear up a little! There is a twinkle in her eye and my feeling is that her grandchildren are her world. This woman is so content.
She is giving me this information without talking. It is as if she is being watched and doesn’t want to ‘talk’ to me out loud. Or maybe I just know this information.. I feel it in my heart, and know that her son is now a young man, an adult, who has studied for a significant amount of time and is in a profession that has him standing up for others. He might be a lawyer or a social worker or something like that.
Back to the real world and at my throat now I feel pain. A big lump of sadness. In reality my son is only two and it is a challenging time for both him and I, and I want to laugh for him having a future where he argues and asserts himself for a living! Yet I want to cry for not seeing him and these traits as acceptable and loveable and wondering if something I do now is going to have a flow-on effect. A negative one. I don’t want to deter this man-to-be from seeing the world as an exciting challenge, something he can master and succeed in. I don’t want to fail him or crush his spirit.
In the mirror I SEE him come up behind me. He is taller than me. In his 30s. Dark haired, clean shaven, gentle faced, warm smile. This man is my SON? This man is my SON! Wow. He puts his hands on my shoulders and leans in and kisses my right cheek. He tells me he loves me and how I always did my best for him. [cue the real me bawling her eyes out here.. 🙂 What a moment!]
But right now he’s got to go and he says goodbye and goes out. He leaves the house we are in through the front door. It is a light and airy house with lots of windows. He goes out to his dark coloured sedan and drives off. I am at the door watching him go. My daughter is also outside and walks up to the front door where I’m standing. She has two little boys with her that run to me ahead of her. She wants a cup of tea with me and we go inside and we sit and we do just that. Maybe I’ll see more of her future self in time.
I feel so proud of my children and the adults they have become and the lives they have made for themselves. They want to be near me and are confident and happy in themselves. The home I have is relaxing and peaceful. *This* is SO what I want for us.