Happy Valentine’s Day baby girl.

I love ya darling. This I know. Cuz my bible inside told me so. Mamas have a bible within where their babies come from. Written in my heart was your name baby. Indelible. And bright!! Surprisingly amazing! And equally as stupendous as a sunset, or the waves crashing on the beach. Beautiful are you above all other daughters to me child now a woman.

I approve of you whole heartedly. I’ve heard your cries baby girl. And I cried with you each time and prayed for us both as we learned about undoing codependent behaviors we learned and I taught you. Mamas have to clean up their own messes too. Sometimes you got to get out in the road and spank yourself all silly like to make little ones see? Mama don’t get away with nothin either!

God’s my maker baby girl! And I’ve co fessed my sins here. Practicing my precepts baby. The word in action. Washing me clean? Words. And energies connected to the words have come out of me. They were trapped. Hell? I trapped them. Yes. As a child. And children do silly things honey. Especially adopted kids. But I was hurt. So very wounded. And I tried to do you better? And it was better than I got? At times worse than I got. I apologize publicly to you dear one.

Right here. I apologize. You are worth my 12 step program with God and coming clean publicly darling. You are that precious to me. I’d be a fool to stay the same and hold that funk in me? And I thank you for kicking me in the heart dear. I needed a swift kick to unravel baby girl. I was all tied up with yesterday’s newspapers and reports I had to give. Research for Miles! And a lifetime of confusion to set to rest for god sakes!! Reams of data from my life experiences rotting inside me.

Someone needed that explosion? Maybe you. You are so sensitive to energies sweetie. Your my canary. Thank you for being so amazing. And for holding space for me. You’ve blessed me so much. May blessing chase you down the street. You’ve earned it warrioress. Now a Queen. I bow to you here. I always say it better when I write it anyway. My tongue needs some help. And on this Valentine’s Day. I want you to know how much I love you. Enough to be vulnerable enough to do my steps in front of the world to show you how too. My way is crazy. But you’ll find your way back to me too baby. I always lead out strong and wild to show folks it can be done anyway we can. Just do it.

Love you pumpkin. 💋

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psychecafe

I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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