I Need Your Attention
You’re on the bus, looking at your baby girl asleep in the seat next to you. It’s painful. Reminds you too much of ‘him’. You can’t possibly love her. You leave your baby on the bus…
My Mom didn’t leave me on the bus but I imagined that she very well could have. You see, my mother became pregnant at the age of 16 by the one she loved deeply. You know, the deep way 16 year olds do. He also got someone else pregnant at the same time. He chose the other girl, married her and moved to CA (from TX). That was 1950. … I didn’t know he existed until I was 14 years old.
I was born poor in Houston, Tx. I always assumed everyone is like me in attitudes and values. I’ve learned through MANY misunderstandings and much research that we are all very different and unique. Our humanity is the only thing that is “the same” and it is the sacred part of us that must be respected and cherished.
To this day I must remind myself that everyone is different. For instance, I can write upside down. I’m left-handed and can literally turn my paper upside down and write across the page in a legible right-handed slant! Why? You may ask,… because I can and as a little girl I needed attention. I still need ‘attention’.
Why do you suppose that is?
- Was it the lack of positive attention?
- “ “ “ affection?
- Feelings of abandonment? which led to
- Feelings of ‘not good enough’, which perpetuated thru generations?
My Mom didn’t get the proper attention and affection herself as a little girl so it’s damn near genetic!!!
Have you ever wondered why some have so much and others, so little? Over the decades, I learned that financial markets and politics contribute but it is our collective spiritual consciousness influencing it all!
I have always had deep wonder about the spiritual aspect of life. Where did I come from? What was I doing before I got ‘here’?
In my 20s I began to seek the answers to these questions in earnest through meditation. As one relationship after another didn’t work out, my research deepened. By the time my Son was 3 years old (in my 30s) I had left his Father which in turn triggered an emotional and professional downward spiral that led to near homelessness.
The stress and aggravation of being a parent hit me on all sides. I was now a single mother, broke, near homeless and living in a state of quiet desperation. As I watched my Son bounce off the walls (I wasn’t throwing him) and scamper around with boundless energy the way little boys do, miserably, I wondered why this parenting thing didn’t lead the 6 o’clock news every night!!!
Fortunately, I had dear friends who took me in and helped stop this downward spiral. Have you ever been down and out? I could see the bottom and it didn’t look pretty.
I pulled myself up using the vast amounts of experience I had with meditation and a few choice mentors and coaches. I had to revive myself. The legacy I’d leave behind for my Son was at stake.
Like my mother and me (and, no doubt, my Grandmother), over 40% of parents are stressed at level 10 in 2021, which means they want to throw the kid against the wall or hurt themselves. Another 40% or more are stressed at level 9, 8, 7, 6…. Can I get a witness? I was once one of these.
Parental stress promotes premature aging, chronic disease and early death. The tragedy is most parents don’t know these things are preventable! Not only that, we pass this stress onto our offspring/our children, the ones we love most. In this case, we’re loving them to death.
My mess became my message. I became a Parent Coach. As a Master Parent Coach, I help parents eliminate the stress and aggravation of being a parent, whether you’re the parent of a child or an adult. I need your attention so that you may help me spread the word that I’m available to help parents solve these issues.
Who do you know that I may help? Let me know 510–779–2486 .
