Tag: Mom
Your child chose you as a parent
YOUR CHILD CHOSE YOU 🌟
🌟Did you know that the soul of your descendant chose you to be his mother even before he was born?
🌟The soul travels to infinity and when it decides where it wants to be reborn, it is then aware of its experiences, memories and past agreements it has gone through before incarnation.
🌟When she decides to come back here, she chooses her parents. He hopes to learn more activities and experiences during this new life opportunity.
🌟Be grateful that you have a child, be happy that their soul decided to join your family and learn from you.
🌟This is the highest honor you can receive, even if you don’t feel ready to raise a child.
🌟But you really do have everything that this soul needs to thrive in the environment it chose to be reborn in.
🌟As a parent, you have a long way to go where you must be responsible for guiding this soul along the path of goodness so that the mission of this being is fulfilled.
🌟Each soul decides which family can help them fulfill their life mission, so that they can learn what is needed to fulfill it. And the job of the parents is to direct that soul to it’s goal.
🌟Although the lifestyle is difficult sometimes, there are times, good and sad, when father and mother should never regret what they have to go through for their child to grow up.
🌟Remember that you have been chosen for the greatest mission of your life: to give your soul a physical body that is actually a divine spark.

April , My Mom exited April 1999. She and I the 1st year




A good Mom upsets their children … a lot
Totally true ; the no boundaries , compliant , permissive X let me be the heavy ; the monster in the closet to his detached , yes parent
Mother & New Born
Amazing science ❤️
Drs have erred in their advice on child care, with disastrous results
Yes I listened to their advice of letting your baby cry for 15 minutes 😜
Lethal advice
Hours a stay at home Mom puts in
Narcissist enmeshment with Mom
Without your children
Real Moms
My favorite kind of moms
are the ones who come as they are.
The ones who tell you about their struggles
as candidly as they talk about their triumphs.
The ones who unapologetically
push stacks of mail to the side
of their dining room table, so you have
a space to sit down and talk.
The ones who open their car door, empty water bottles and wrappers spilling out,
so you have a place to ride along together.
The ones who let you in on their mess.
The ones who let you in on their truth.
The ones who let you know
you’re not alone on this wild journey.
Those kind of moms… they are my people ♥️
Words by Raise Her Wild with Mehr Lee

