Words Matter…
August 11, 2018 So today as the sweetest lil gbaby Aiden brought me book after book to read and then brought me a photo album of memories, I feel contemplative.
Children are amazing and some are resilient while others not so much…some are molded and changed from their God given gifts from the words of sometimes well meaning adults and sometimes ill willed toxic adults…YOUR WORDS MATTER for a lifetime they don’t merely stay in the cradle…choose your words wisely. What self talk are you gifting your children?
While I have put in the work, made some semblance of order, been blessed with those I choose to call family…I still grapple at times (grapple may be too strong so let’s go with ponder…yeah that’s it ponder) with some form of loss, grief, what if’s…
What do you see in these pictures? what do I see in the pictures? Of course that will all depend on the input and wiring we’ve been give. My internal dialogue is quit different today than years ago. Suffice it to say…thank you Claudia and Jackie…without you I would not be here and neither would the beautiful kiddos and gbabies I get to call family.
May God anoint your words, breathe life into the lost and down troddened, bring peace and resolution through grace…which only he can!
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SIDEBAR: oh do you see a theme…I like sidebars…I have been estranged (best word for now) from my mother since I was 17 and have had an “on again; off again” relationship with my biological father since I was 4 – these are definitely tales for another day. But suffice it to say…I still feel the need to acknowledge and appreciate the life of breath from which I came. My life is a menagerie, a collection, a connection space, a coming and going of sorts as you please. AND I am a survivor, actually I am a THRIVER.
EPILOGUE: The pictures I shared with this post are from the memory book my gbaby Aiden brought to me to “read”. I have to tell you I wept the first time I saw these pictures at about the age of 36 when my uncle sent them to me. Up until this point I really believed the lie “You are fat, stupid and ugly. You will never amount to anything.” Suffice it to say what a lie!! But I digress that is a story for another post and another time;
This precious face is lil gbaby Aiden. A bright, sweet, precious one. My spirit animal. ❤❤❤
© gypsysouldeep2020
Oooo “What self-talk are you gifting your children?”, is powerful, and thought provoking.
I love how this flows like a conversation…
Thank you April…I tend to write as I talk to myself…sometimes conversations, sometimes dissertations, and sometimes poetry or prose…it’s how my brain is wired. Different place evoke different streams of consciousness and writing.
We talked about this on the phone as I drove home today. Words matter so much more than many realize. I think it’s a gift that we have been granted the empathy and wisdom to know that and share that. I appreciate you sharing this, and from such a personal place. I’ve always heard that “the truth will set you free”….. fly sister, fly. LYS – so strong.
Words should be sweet like honey on our tongues and should fall from our lips like dew finding the right flower. LYS