Have you ever thought about the other side? Not like the other side of life – life after death (I’ll save that for another day)
This is the time of the year when people all around us celebrate Spring, the awakening of Mother Nature. Welcoming Her into the beauty and the adornment of a new season. But it is also could be and is the season of change for many people.
College graduations, weddings, anniversaries, birthdays, and Mother’s Day.
Maya Angelo once said, ” We delight in the beauty of butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty”
Life if funny in that respect, we find the beauty in something way before we understand what that “something” had to go through to be that beautiful.
I find myself more and more looking, hearing, and feeling my mom’s teachings. The beautiful soul that she was – struggled through many metamorphoses to be that beautiful soul. My mom passed in 2020 and left a huge hole in my heart. And for three years, I have been struggling with my grief, thoughts, and memories.
But I did not consider the other side of the looking glass until this week. We (humans) get so caught up in our everyday lives, our rush to get things done, the pressure to be perfect. But what if…
What if… we just stood still for a moment and considered the other side of the looking glass?
It wasn’t until my mom was in her last stages of life that I found out she knew she was dying but requested the doctors not to tell us. I often wonder why – I find anger inside me to understand her decision. And then this week, I think I found something to help me.
The other side of the looking glass provides another perspective of the struggles, the contemplation of what was happening, the worry, and the unknown of what happens after.
When you are loved so much, people want to help you, cure you, and make you better. But sometimes you just get tired; you want to expire peacefully without much hoopla. And I think that was my mom. She wanted to pass peacefully in her sleep and not be a big production. She did not want to be alone in a room during COVID. She wanted to be in her house, the one she and my dad built, and she wanted to be at peace. Free from all her anxiety, the demons controlling her spirit and thoughts, and free from life here on Earth. She had greater things to do on the other side.
And I guess I write this as an homage to say I see the phases of the butterfly. It’s a beautiful journey – and because a journey for one is not the same for all, we as humans should encourage one another to keep going. To fight through the stages of life’s changing events.
And if you find yourself in a cocoon don’t stop growing, stay where you are, gain your strength and, fight to find your wings. If you are an observer of someone going through a life event – be the encourager, the one to say “you got this”.
And to that I say “thanks mom” for teaching me how to stay in my cocoon and fight for what I thought was needed, and fighting for my wings. It has not always been easy – but that is was make a survivor. The people in my inner circle have encouraged, supported and been my cheering squad, without them I am not sure I would be where I am.
Until we meet again Mom, happy Heavenly Mother’s Day. Thanks for letting me know you made it.
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