Restoration of the Womb

Wombs are no longer portals of pain—

they are returned to their sacred station

as Stargates of Pure Creation.

The anchors of life-light now stabilize

in every mother, every child, every being

who remembers they are worthy of creating in love,

from joy, from innocence, from wholeness.

🫶🏼Raylene Short | Roots Restored Wellness

Life treats you like you treat your Mother

The way you treat your mother is the way life will treat you. A mother is the source of love and life.

A mother is made of unconditional love, a love that no one else can give you. Don’t judge her. How many times have you sat down to listen to her? To have a conversation with her about her past? Perhaps she never told you about the miserable life she had to endure before you came along.

Maybe she never shared the wounds she carries, the scars that reopen every time she remembers them… the painful childhood and adolescence she lived through. The difficult moments she endured when no one listened to her, when she was mistreated, leaving traces of harsh words, poverty, fears, and abuse.

How many hidden sorrows does she carry in her heart, ones she never shared with you—so you wouldn’t have a distorted image of her life? Out of love, she chose not to tell you, or perhaps silence became her refuge to avoid suffering further.

Treat her well, like the unique treasure she is in your life. Doing so will bring you blessings, peace, joy, stability, and a long life.

And remember, the way you treat your mother is how others will treat you. People around you will learn from your actions and the love you show. There is only one mother—if you don’t value her now, you may regret it in the future when sleepless nights haunt you.

It won’t be your mother keeping you awake—it will be your own demons of disobedience and disrespect that refuse to let you rest.

To my son’s partner

I lost that precious connection with each son, and there’s plenty of proof of the many fingers in that ” pie “.

Reclamation and Redemption are currently present . Release close at hand .

TO MY SON’S FUTURE PARTNER

It is hard, so hard, to imagine a day where I will not be the moon, the sun and the sky to my little man.

When he is sad, he calls for me.

When he is scared, it’s me he wants.

When he feels excited, I am the one he rushes to tell first.

I am the keeper of his secrets, the finder of anything which is lost and the solver of any known problem in his little world.

I am his everything and he is mine.

One day, you will have the pleasure of being his everything.

One day it will be you that he comes to, and that is, of course, the way it should be.

But I wonder if you will ever think of me sometimes, perhaps let me be the first to share some good news with you – or allow me the honour of pulling you both out of some trouble life may throw at you.

I will be waiting, ready and willing.

I will not meddle or fuss or pull you in opposite directions I promise you that, and should you be blessed with children of your own, there will be no one, no one on this earth who will love them more than I.

The bond between a mother and a son is divine, this much is true, but I wish for him the very same bond with you.

And I pray the circle of love goes on and on and on, much further than me.

After all, that is what I brought him up to do.

Love.

Donna Ashworth

From ‘to the women’

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