The hardest thing about having heightened intuition isn't what happens when a child in spirit comes through with messages—it's what I feel in my heart for the parents who have suffered so much loss.
Every now and then, my heart sings because the child is able to make a real-life connection with their parents. We're talking about a tangible, see it, feel it, touch it kind of connection.
Last week, on the angelversary of his death, a child I know in spirit made one of these connections happen. But let me go back a few years, first.
Three years ago, the same child in spirit came through to me on his angelversary saying something about the telephone and his mom. I have known his family for years so I felt comfortable reaching out and asking her if she knew what he was talking about.
She sure did. That day, she received a telphone call but when she answered it, there was no one on the line. Or so she thought. He was telling her that he was the one that made that happen. He loved making that real-life connection and loved that she suspected it on her own but it wasn't until I reached out that she knew for sure.
This year, something similar happened. He has always left something tangible for his parents that they would find all over the yard and in their home. It's been this way with this particular type of "evidence" for years. (Some folks in spirit will leave signs like coins, feathers, etc.)
Last week, on his angelversary day, he told me to tell his mom to look down. When I asked if there was more to share, he said no. Just tell her that. So I did. A few days later, she wrote with a beautiful story of how she found his "sign" in a place you'd never think it would be. And it happened because she knew to look down. When I read her message, I had goosebumps from head to toe—one of my signs of confirmation.
I feel so blessed to be able to witness this amazing connection between a son and his parents. Selfishly, it's always grounding for me to step back from all the stuff in my life that can seem like a big deal and realize it's really not.
Love lives on. And love is truly all that matters.
I continue to receive messages from women who are reading parts of my website and sharing what they lived through regarding abuse. I'm so grateful for this network of courageous, amazing women. It's still mindblowing to me that so many are going through or have endured similar abuse while in romantic relationships—something I never thought was really a "thing" prior to being in a relationship riddled with narcissistic abuse.
Part of my therapy is connecting with others as well as continuing to pen my memoir. I'm getting closer to writing about that part of my life (in my book) which brings up mixed feelings. Will it bring up more hidden pain that I have yet to recognize and heal? My guess is yes. Will i remember things I hadn't thought about in years? Probably. I'm gearing up for that and trusting I'm ready to handle it.
On the business side of life, I've been busy working my marketing job, traveling the country presenting workshops and keynotes about entrepreneurship, and excitedly waiting for Mod Mom to launch on Amazon. Admittedly, I get overwhelmed sometimes but I'm also trying to recognize when I need some time out. I woke up at 4am this morning so I could have a little time to myself before work and write this post. Ironically, I never thought I'd be a writer and completely underestimated its power to fill my soul. Now, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't spill my thoughts into this keyboard.
If you're recovering from trauma/abuse, consider writing about it even if it's not for publication. It's been a life saver for me!
Have a great Tuesday and remember to breathe and trust your intuition.