Refreshed
Reinstated
Reconnected
Realigned
Redesigned….with you in mind.
Refreshed
Reinstated
Reconnected
Realigned
Redesigned….with you in mind.
What do you think of the most?
What burns inside of you every day?
What makes you flow like the ocean?
What makes you light as air?
What makes you – YOU?
Ask these questions and the answers will come to you.
LISTEN to what’s calling.
A not so young mother of three, ages 11, 9, & 6. All born by C-section, the first two were messy emergency deliveries, and each had their share in the NICU for our short stay. One miscarriage before my oldest, one before the middle one. My body’s been through hell and back during these child-bearing years. Stories I never want to tell expecting moms.
I reminisce on Mother’s Day, as I smother my (tall) first born in my arms, on the moment I became a mom.
No one told me it was going to be so hard in the beginning where you’re in so much pain after being cut open and sewed back together again. Where the nurse demanded me to walk myself to the bathroom then out in the hallway or else I’d swell up like a balloon, which was already the case!
No one told me that once we got home, I was supposed to take care of this little baby without any provisions from the hospital. Just to figure it out as you go – which pretty much sums up parenthood. We have great supports but in those moments of dreaded night time feeds while in zombie mode, moms step up like no other human can.
And the fact that we can produce superfood with our boobs is phenomenal. But that’s not why we are superhuman. Mothers are a different category because of the many layers of strength, love, compassion, understanding, planning, and conviction that is instilled in us to combat the degrees of variables of obstacles, worries or fears and turn them into joy.
There is a constant battle of showing equal attention, equal love, equal time for every single one at all times. No matter what there always seems to be one who is not happy because of this and that and this and that and this and that. No matter how hard we try to accommodate.
That’s where the F-bombs and screaming come in. After all that we do as parents, there’s always the one who throws the last straw as if they’re testing the grounds for messy explosives. This mom was not built for that last straw. Once my cup is full, it pours out in profanities. So beware and be brave.
Patience at negative zero.
The reason why I created my blog Dr Jekyll Mommy Hide. A place where I can secretly hide to vent about what happens when the triggers are pulled. Then how I heal by loving hard with open heart while being ever so grateful for my life. Making everyone promise, including myself, to be better next time.
The mixed emotions of parenting on top of being a working mom, leads me turning to writing time and time again. The process is so therapeutic and keeps me in my sacred safe zone. I can lock myself in this process even when I don’t have anything to say because there’s always an endless flow, is what I ultimately learn in the end.
I felt the nudge to accept that, as writing is my secret hiding place, I need to learn how to be more open to share.
Without a doubt, I love and adore my kids, and would do most things for them. Yes, they squeeze the life out of me but it’s my job to keep inflating back up until they learn to be totally independent people. I have to trust that I’m raising them with dignity, alongside my soulmate, and that everything will be alright.
In the meantime, I’ll continue to use my sacred tools as a therapeutic process to ground and filter all depths of emotions of motherhood. Motherhood is raw but the essence of my soul is a part of them. To feel beautiful, ugly, sane, crazy, lovely, chaotic all at the same time in our pack of five. Somehow, we survive.
Right now for as long as it will last, I’m a happy mother. 😉
Thank you for this given Grace
To switch my perspective and my face
That the bigger picture is what stands
No matter what the circumstance
Trust that all will be good
Is what needs to be understood
Even on a heavy downer day
Keep going, don’t lose your way
It will feel lighter
Even on a different day
Keep working on continuous
Mind, Body, and Soul
Lessons from all experiences
Ready to unfold
Tell your story. Live to tell.
Good Friday is a day to reflect upon ourselves and to go deeper into our inner world so that we can understand our outer world.
The world is immersed in the thick of it.
It’s a time to be aware and thankful for what we have because on this day Jesus suffered taking beats and slashes, then died a gruesome death nailed to a cross. It sounds and looks gruesome.
We’re reminded of this story every year on this day that this sacrifice was made for us to have a better world.
Imagine someone taking brutality to the point of a gruesome death. And then coming back to life forgiving everyone.
A huge sacrifice for people to understand what unconditional love is all about.
During virtual school, my youngest kid is learning about this and doesn’t get it.
It’s a lot to explain to a 6 year-old.
But there’s a lesson even if it’s a simple one.
If we learn to sacrifice a bit of ourselves for the purpose of another’s well-being, then we’ve done good on Earth.
If we continue to show the generations this same lesson, then we’re producing a ripple effect of good vibes for this world to continue to grow and develop, as opposed to crash and burn.
It could also be a lesson within ourselves of how much we can endure our experiences. Understanding that where there is dark, there will always be light.
And to trust that even if our experience is not so favoured, there will be a better one to come. And to trust in that.
Detaching is a form of releasing and letting go. It’s a process that helps the natural flow of being when we cut off from old energy. Here are simple tangible ways to detach from small things so you can have confidence to tackle the bigger (more abstract) things.
Clear anything else that you feel you need to get rid of and let out. Start with the small steps to get to the bigger steps.
When you detach from anything holding you back, you can have access to the flow of freedom – which is abundant. It can be accessed by believing in it hard.
Do something that will symbolize the end of something, so you can get ready for renewal – feeling revived. Look forward to feeling refreshed – new again.
Reborn on Sunday. To life resurfacing to a new season out of hibernation. Feeling new with a vision for new things.
A good feeling – an excited feeling. Transformation in process.
This stage only comes after death of something on Friday.
I wrote this to myself after I jumped ship, shortly after 9/11, from a corporate software company where I wrote software manuals. I found another position to maintain graphical user interfaces and write engineering processes.
No, this wasn’t doing it for me either.
It was the third page of my new journal that I committed to writing to figure out answers for my next steps to finding a balanced work life – meaning a work life where I was not always so bitter!
I didn’t want to have that constant cringing feeling every day going in to work. I only lived for the weekends. Was there something more out there?
I recently gave it a title in the summer of 2020, when I re-searched myself to start cataloguing content. After a deep conversation last night, this one’s for you:
I feel good when I accomplish
No stress, no frustration
That’s where I’m my best
When I’m equally balanced
And things are handled
Not left to be abandoned
Deal with things as they come
Work until the deal is done
Clear the aura without the huff and puff
You gotta take the shit when it gets rough
But when it’s over, it’s smooth sailing from there
There’s a clear sense of aura in the air
There’s a way to accomplish peace in your life
Try not to be bitter and do what’s right
Only you can justify your actions
Don’t blame the world
For ignorant reactions
It all starts with you
And how strong you are
If you believe in yourself
You will get far
Reach for the top
See how far you can soar
See what you can accomplish
Then you’ll be bitter no more.
This is a tribute to you for giving me a dose of inspiration.
Thanks for your gifts of beautiful blank journals to encourage me to keep writing. I’m telling the story of how your gifts helped me to harness mine:
It was Christmas 2017. We were working at our old building site of the children’s treatment centre. It was our last year there because we were moving into a new state of the art building within a few months. As ghetto as the building was, our team made it the best of times.
It was our first Secret Santa since I’ve ever worked there. We were all getting emotional because it was our last Christmas as a small group before amalgamating into an even more corporate structure.
We wanted to make this one different.
My gift was already on my desk waiting for me when I got there in the morning. I took out the pretty, off-white journal from the bag. It had a pretty image of a bare tree that had hints of snow on the edges of some of the lower branches.
I’ve never had a journal with regular sized pages. So much space to work with. Oooh so pretty. It goes well with the coffee card and scented candle. So me.
I knew it was you as soon as I entered the second-floor office. When you saw me and looked away but you were smiling with your eyes.
The feeling of endless creation of whatever I want, whenever I want, is what I feel every time I see journals, pads of paper, pens, markers, post-its, white-boards, and so on.
It’s exciting to open the book to a blank page! Every day. I write the date and go! Cluster, list, paragraph, prose…whatever goes.
It’s exercise for the mind and soul.
Which is what I hope to provide to others when I pay forward the gift of journals.
A blank canvas of space waiting to be used in any way purposeful. All together with a few good pens (YES, it matters)! Powerful ways to effortlessly use your mind to coordinate whatever moves you.
That same week, I got another surprise. When I saw you standing there, I was confused, “For me?”, I thought when you handed me a gift of appreciation with a message in a card that read, “Thank you so much for going above and beyond. You were a life line for me when I felt like I was drowning. Your support and efforts in his success is truly appreciated. Happy Holidays”.
That message kept finding it’s way into my hands every time I opened my journal (where I kept the envelope). It confirmed for me every time that I was still on the right path as a Communicative Disorders Assistant or Speech-Language Assistant but now realizing a little bit more. It inspires me to document the formula of my approach and share the handouts of information.
Years later, we reunite to where I can do therapy up close and personal (before Covid). You gifted me a beautiful black journal with an image of a mom and baby elephant with cool trunk designs. Who doesn’t love elephants?!?
This one was there for me during the beginning of the pandemic and throughout. It holds research, quarantine recipes, reminders to self, homeschool scribbles, numerology, prose, doodles, ripped pages, content brainstorm, emotions, mantras/affirmations, lists, things I did and how I felt.
Empowerment is what I love to teach because when we teach families how to interpret their child’s interactions with one another, the ultimate goal – no matter what – is to get the best back and forth with everyone happy. Finding ways to advocate that is part of the journey. These are all the teaching moments.
I continue to write in my Book of Inspiration where I’ve committed to a writing routine that keeps me going. Hyping myself to share because it IS about the back and forth that makes connections so real and encouraging.
No matter what the connection is, appreciate the value. It’s special when explored.
Exploring feeds curiosity, expanding our minds when ready to transform. When we help transform each other, we serve so much more! Dump your heart and soul into it. Journals shouldn’t be left ignored!
Be open to the tools of wisdom to keep heightening, expanding, growing, wondering, imagining, creating, and inspiring!
From you to me, now from me to you, with lots of gratitude. Inspired by all writers who need readers, and by readers who need writers. This is a good cycle to be in.
What I share with you are notes to myself.
Messages of mantras and affirmations to filter out the negations and pressures from the inside and outside of yourself.
Balance that shit out.
And continue to create, create, create.
It started with a little black book, and then another. Progressed to different sizes and styles.
Inside with messages with so many themes in so many different layers:
…………….MAGIC…………….
Use your self-talk to stride one step at a time.
It’s a powerful phenomenon when you decide to tap in.
Open a page in your book and make your creation!
I see you brainstorm.
I see you light up.
I see you dream, plan, and create.
Write write write away! 🖊🗒⌨
What’s your favorite way to create?
Writing a paragraph is an important skill for young learners to express a series of thoughts or ideas. We build upon this foundation to help organize our thoughts when we share written information. The following is the basic structure on how to build a basic paragraph with ideas on how to connect ideas with your five senses.
When tutoring young learners, I teach this formula as a foundation for ideas to be simplified, as well as for skills to be progressed. Use this outline as a way to help organize thoughts for re-tell and story-telling.
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2. Rough Draft (10 mins)
Include at least 5 points like:
What? | Who? | What Else?? |
Where? | How? | It reminds me of… |
When? | Why? | I wonder how… |
Include your 6 senses:
See | Hear |
Smell | Feel/Touch |
Taste | Wonder |
Clean up your work. Each thought should end with a period. Use the checklist:
Capitals | Periods |
Commas | Question Marks |
Check Spelling | SPACES BETWEEN WORDS |