What Did She Say

My mind is always open

This post is inspired by the May Mom Blog Hop. We’re celebrating “mom” all month long, instead of just one day in May. (And Mother’s Day seems like it was SO long ago already!) You can follow on Twitter with the #maymomblog hashtag. There are a lot of awesome people to follow in the search stream! Jill wrote a powerful post yesterday at Yeah. Good Times (where you may have hopped from.) And be sure to visit tomorrow’s post at Adventures of a Dysfunctional Supermom.

Anyhoo… I have NO idea where this post is going. Or how long it will be. Or short. This is just what is falling out of my brain at the moment.

I’m gonna get a bit existential for a bit. Bear with me.

Do you ever wonder where your kids came from?

I mean, I get where they came from in *that* sense. My daughter came from a Sunday morning while all the good people of the world were at church. And my son came from a Monday night quickie between episodes of 24. (Yes. We had sex that infrequently that I know exactly when I conceived.)

But, where did they come from? Were they somewhere before they were here? Will they (we) be somewhere after? It boggles the mind.

I have this thought. This feeling. That my kids did exist, in some form, before I knew them.

I feel as if they existed before – as continuous energy – and will continue to be after.

It’s fun to think that maybe they even chose my husband and I to be their parents. Maybe they WANTED to be our children. Maybe they saw us and thought “Yes. Them.” Maybe my two sweeties knew each other before and wanted to stay together in this existence.

Maybe they knew we had so much to learn and are here as our teachers. Our partners through this life. Learning from us as we learn from them.

They are such a gift. Like a pair of powerful glasses, that when looked through, allow me to see the world from a whole, new, innocent, curious, enthusiastic perspective.

Maybe our energies were always connected. Maybe we float in and out of different existences. Through different planes. Always finding each other. Guiding each other. Comforting each other. Challenging each other.

Or maybe not.

Maybe they’re simply the products of an egg and a sperm. Cells that divided and multiplied. Genes and DNA that have embedded who they are in this life.

Or maybe there’s more.

Thanks for following me as I meandered through this brain spill.

What do you think? I’d love to hear!

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9 Responses so far.

  1. Susan Oloier says:

    Okay, I have wondered the very same things you have written in your post. I believe that we must be some form of continuous energy moving in and out of various existences. And I love the notion that we are all connected. But I, too, would like to know what my kids were doing before they came into my life: did they know about us then or were they busy with other purposes? Very thought-provoking post.

  2. Jacki says:

    And thanks for your comments everybody. The May Blog Hop is fun 🙂

  3. jennheffer says:

    I definitely do think there is a bigger picture out there of how God picks these perfect little angles and put them in our lives because He created them JUST FOR US. It is a bit difficult to grasp or even try to understand, but I love it.

    I hear my daughter make some quick witted comment and immediately am reminded that she is the absolute product of my husband and I. The perfect mix of funny and messy. Smart and air-headed!

    Thanks for being part of the May Mom Blog Hop, it has been a blast getting to know all of you rock-star mamas!!!

  4. Another vastly different post! I LOVE IT!!

    This is one of those things I ponder during those moments when I’m watching my kids and they don’t know that I’m watching. When my son says something out loud that I was just thinking. When I have a song in my head for days and my daughter sings it. There is a connection I have with them that outreaches any reasonable explanation.

    Great entry!!

  5. I believe that we choose our life, they chose us for their parents and so on. I was told once that my daughter Rowan and I agreed that she would come through this life in the way that she did so I could do the work we both wanted to do in the past but were unable to do because it was a man’s world when we were together last. I love that notion (and the idea of sticking it to the man in this life, woman power!! lol). I posted about Rowan in my MayMomBlog on May 7 if you are curious about that.

    I don’t know if that’s true, of course, but it feels good to think there is a purpose to life in the grander scheme.

    Great post, awesome image too.

  6. Wendy says:

    I totally agree! I even mentioned that in my #MayMomBlog – whenever my daughter fusses at me I remind her that SHE chose ME to be her mom 🙂

    Beautiful post. I’m so glad to have found your blog om the tour!

  7. Alison Smith says:

    I remember the first couple of days of my daughters life, looking in her eyes and getting the strong feeling that there was ‘someone’ in there who was struggling to give me very important information, but didn’t have language yet to tell me what it was. That look faded after the first few days and she became a clean slate. I’ll always remember that look. It made me positive that souls come from somewhere, that we’re not just limited to this single experience of life. Still wish I knew what she was trying to communicate!


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