I’ve been slow to write a blog this week as I’ve been ovecome with a little sadness. Next week my youngest child, goes to University. Having been through this process once already, with his sister, I know that all will be fine, and everything is as it should be. He is ready and packed, has been taught all about budgeting and cooking on the cheap. He has even applied for a part time job up there. But it doesn’t stop me reflecting on this change for us both and the shift in my identity.

I became a mum aged 23, pretty much straight from University. Being a mum was something I had always wanted and having reached the end of my education, I now could allow myself to embark on this wonderful journey. And wonderful it has been. Being a mum has helped me to grow in so many ways and I can’t believe that nearly 23 years have passed since. I threw myself into motherhood and caring for their every need became a mark of my success as an adult.  Both of my childrenhave turned out clever and kind and good. They make me so proud.

But now my role in their lives shifts a little and they learn independence. So what happens in that space for me now?

I see this topic written about year after year, and yet it is only when it happens to you, that you really understand. Our children are borrowed, to help and shape. And when they move on, there is a new space for care and nurture to happen.

Maybe I was anticipating this when I developed my Massage Therapy Business. I’m now ready to help others, and through Indigo Spring, I can highlight some of the opportunities and pitfalls to watch for. I learn so much from my guests and am able to reflect this, through my blog.

  • I’ve learnt that we all hold our emotional stress at the top of our back and across our shoulders.
  • I’ve learnt that we need to reset our bodies and minds after difficulties or change
  • I’ve learnt to Be and not always to DO
  • I’ve reminded myself that getting things wrong is essential for progress and development.

 

When I became a mother I was only just a woman. Now, as I embark on my next stage, I feel my children have made me wise. As I approach my crone years, I am starting to see that it was them who made me a real wise woman.