I am so frustrated with you.
At your insistence, I taught my children all the things you told me they needed to learn.
- To be kind.
- To be thankful.
- To share.
- To be accepting.
- To love each other.
- To have humility.
- That they were enough.
And then, I released them to you, and you taught them that what they really needed was…
- To judge.
- To compete.
- To be the best.
- To make more money.
- To buy more stuff.
- To be “educated” by getting good grades and going to university.
- To be respectful, while being disrespected.
- To be more social.
- To be more extroverted.
- To look sexier, prettier, handsomer, more fit, healthier.
- That there is a wrong way and a right way to live.
- To be unkind and to flaunt it and to be kind and flaunt it.
- That they are definitely not enough.
I gave you my beautiful children who delighted in life and learning, and you returned them to me anxious, insecure, depressed and sometimes even suicidal.
And you blamed me. You said I didn’t socialize them enough, immerse them in the world enough, teach them to have a thick skin or self-confidence. You told me to find counselors to fix them and put them on medications so they could function within you…a cog in your machine. You told me that they needed to learn how to fit in.
And you know what the worst part of all this was, I accepted your blame and tried to “fix” them. I even sometimes bought your persuasive arguments and was the instrument which further reinforced that they weren’t good enough.
No more…I’m done.
I’m taking them back from you, World, and giving them to the Universe.
Under Universal law, they will learn…
- Abundance, not lack.
- Life is spiritual journey with many paths.
- Kindness lived, not flaunted.
- Acceptance, not judgment.
- They ARE enough.
Whether they absorb worldly messages or spiritual truths isn’t up to either of us, it’s their journey and their choice which is how it should be.
However, I will no longer assist in your conflicting messages to my children. I will dilute your influence in every way I can.
I am enough, I’ve had enough and my children are most definitely enough.