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The Enlightened Mom By Terri Amos-Britt


Siting in Gratitude for My


Kids


“My kids are my earth angels.” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve made that statement over the years. And I ‘ve meant it every time. I feel this way about all of them. I have two biological daughters and two stepchildren. And they are all earth angels in my life. Always have been…always will be. Even during the tough times.


I have a belief that our children are mirrors to our souls. And when we are frustrated with them, want to control them, or are in fear about who they are or what they might become, we are being guided to our hearts. It’s as if our kids are here to show us who we are… and who we are not.


When my girls, Mackenzie and Kolbi, were young, they used to fight. And like many mommas, I could NOT stand it! I wanted to get in the middle of their


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brawls. I knew if I did, however, that I was sure to create more problems. But sometimes, I just couldn’t help myself. When they fought, I would begin with trying to talk some sense into them. Before I knew it, the fight would escalate and I was in the middle of it. I hated the way it made me feel. I hated that one child would see me as sup- portive and the other would feel judged and shunned by me. This was a cycle we lived in fairly regularly until the day I decided to shift my attitude about them fighting.


I went into gratitude. I heard my girls fighting one day and, instead of get- ting in the middle of it, I pulled myself out of the room and said, “Thank you, God. Thank you for this wonderful gift. I know if I’m reacting to my kids, you’re trying to teach me something about myself.”


Dec/Jan 2011-2012


And you know what? I was right! When I dove within to ask myself what my girls’ fighting was reflecting back to me, I heard the little girl inside of me say, “It’s not okay to fight. It’s not okay to have a difference of opinion. You are bad when you fight with your sister.”


These thoughts from the little girl inside of me were the beliefs I had been carrying for a lifetime about expressing myself with my sister when I was a kid. These beliefs told me how I thought I must be in the world to be loved. But as I sat in gratitude and asked for the gift to be revealed after hearing my kids fight, I realized that my childhood beliefs were not the truth for me. My heart said what was right for me: that it is important for kids to have a difference of opinion and that it’s okay for them to fight. This is how they learn coping and communica- tion skills. And with this realization, I


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