HOW YOU MET YOUR MOTHER

As Mothers Day approaches on 9^th May here in
Australia, many of us come to reflect on mothers;
who they are, what they mean to us and the relationships we have with them. Most of all, this calendar date usually brings to mind the ways we love them and how we experience that love.

These reflections foster an even deeper bonding of your connection with your mother, even if some experiences have not always been warm milk and apple pie. Spending quality time connecting to the energy of a mothers love is possibly one of the most nurturing and comforting experiences.

For me personally, a memory that I enjoy and that is still vividly clear is of me asking my mother to read aloud to me my primary school uniform list over and over, because I was extremely excited about going to ‘the big school’. The list was in the small drawer of her bedside table and because I had just turned 5 years old and couldn’t read it for myself I would ask Mam to read that list to me time and time again. Every time she read it to me, she joined in my excitement and said that the uniform sounded very nice, that I would look great in it and that I would do well. I felt filled with love because of her patience with me, joining in my excitement (to me she was just as excited about the bottle green tartan pinafore and gaberdine it as I was), and because of the confidence she showed me that I would not only look the part but that I would do well and soon be able to read that list for myself. All these years later I can still feel it, the gift is timeless.

There were countless times over the years that I experienced these types of feelings, and naturally other times when I was sulking about not getting my own way and asking why she thought she knew better than me (isn’t growing up fun!). But one of the questions I have always found intriguing and self revealing is why we choose our mothers?  

This understanding will not be new to many of you, so let’s accept for a few moments that we choose our parents, that before we incarnated and become physical human beings, we chose who our mother would be.   Every one of us chooses, every one of us had the choice and every one of us chose differently. Even if you have brothers and sisters, their experience and journey through their relationship with their mother will be different to yours. So, even though you share the same mother physically your experience, relationship and resulting growth will be unique.  

With this in mind as you reflect back on your life, what are the reasons you now know for choosing your mother?   When you were still energy, before being born, you had a conversation about whom you would choose.   What did you discuss? What life experiences and growth stretches did you ask to have in this relationship? Are you still experiencing those lessons and growth stretches now?  

What if you had a different conversation now, the other side of the conversation you had when you were pure energy before birth? What if you had a conversation with your mother, face to face or in meditation, where you told her how choosing her has enhanced and influenced your life and souls growth?  Can you begin to imagine the resonance of doing such a thing?

Maybe you would say, I’m so glad I choose you; I’m still not sure why I choose you but I’m accepting responsibility that I did; I’ve learned so much from you, how to be independent, strong and resilient; I’ve been challenged by you and I thank you for it; because of you I found out who I am; because of you I’ll never go to bed with wet hair and catch a cold…Maybe, you would just sit quietly and feel.

Ask yourself, what had you not realised before now?

Maybe you are pregnant, or have a young child, and you’ve been wondering about that spirits choice to come and live with you, to come and be loved by you, to come and entrust the shaping of their human experience to you? They choose you as their mother. Without doubt, you are that soul’s choice. 

From the very beginning, before your linear time, you have always had choice.

You decide. You choose.