A Little Something…

It’s been a little while now since I posted, and published, but sometimes every one needs to take their little while, so I wanted to post a little something.

Even though my passion is writing and painting children’s stories, that doesn’t mean the ideas don’t come from an adult experience. So here is the inspiration for my next story (hopefully to be completed in the coming week).

My mother passed away in December from metastatic breast cancer; a four year battle which, unfortunately, ended on 12/2/2020. This post is not to bring sorrow, or to share my feelings to relieve my aching heart, but to explain the inspiration behind my story.

I held mom’s hand for her last 3 days here on Earth as she lay in a coma, talking to her, singing to her, crying with her, napping with her. I cared for her for months before as her cancer caused her to become bed bound and confused; she was so sweet at the last weeks, sometimes kindly asking me to tell the other me a message. A transition occurred in me while I cared for my mom, from this dreadful cancer that had taken over her brain. I realized I had become the mother. I had become what she brought me up to be – isn’t that your goal as a parent? You are building a person, teaching them to be strong, to be loving, to be caring. To give yourself fully, even when times are tough. To not give up, and to give up when you have to – but to always give another try. She told me how patient I was with her, especially later on, as I helped her with all the frequent bathroom trips before she slipped into her coma. She told me I was her angel – and my response would always be, “because of you”.

I had experienced a full life cycle – I had been born on this Earth, I had grown up, I’ve cared for children which I hadn’t birthed, I’ve given birth to my own child, and I have taken care of the one who birthed me, and been there when she’d taken her last breath. Sad, it is, but I am fortunate. Fortunate to have had my mother at home so I could help her pass, and fortunate to be able to tell her everything that I needed to before she slipped away. She always told me she was sad my father died, as he died alone in their home, while she was recovering from her 3rd craniotomy last year. She cried and said there was no one there to hold his hand. So I made sure I held my mothers hand and spoke to her while she transitioned and left our Earth. Even though hospice had offered to take my mom into the facility those last days, as watching someone transition is very hard on the heart, I had chosen she stay; so I could be there to hold her hand. I am fortunate to have been able to give that to her, and to myself.

So this all brings me to my story: A Little Seed. This story is about the cycle of life – Mother Nature. It starts off as a little seed being planted, and finishes with that little seed having grown up; being nurtured by Mother nature, by our Earth, energy, and love.

Because at the end of the day, regardless of our differences, backgrounds, religions, beliefs, we are all nurtured, in some way or another, by others; if it be friends, caregivers, parents, Mother nature – we all cycle. People are so passionate (and stubborn) and they forget we all are from Earth; we are all part of a life cycle.

Be kind to one another, stop fighting, because so quickly your life passes by, and so quickly you are left laying on your death bed looking back at what you’ve accomplished; the life you’ve lived, the people you’ve helped and loved. Life is so short. We really need to embrace every day and be thankful for one another. This story is very dear to my heart because it walks you through a life cycle, which I truly experienced, and has made me a better person because of it.

“Now Mother Nature has started to love, the little seed, that came from above.”