My name is Melissa and I’m a Mom. I became a Mom 30 years ago. It took me a few years to become a Mom, the journey wasn’t simple, fraught with doctor’s visits, many tears and being poked and prodded.
I became a Mom 2 more times after that first one. I am now the proud mother of 3 beautiful, healthy children. For that I am humbly grateful.
Like most mom’s, while raising my children, I got caught up in working, PTA, and “creating” a life I thought was all my children needed at the time. A beautiful home, food on the table, church, rides to life’s experiences, vacations, and after-school activities. Filling our time with stuff to do. Over the span of my life, I look back and think I may have missed teaching them some of the wisdom I didn’t know then, but has come with age.
When we all come into this life, everything is new. I had to learn from the beginning, just like everyone else. The world was open to me for exploration. From this humble beginning, my life’s lessons were taught to me and some I learned along the way.
My parents were my first guides. My parents taught me what they learned from their parents. My parents came from truly humble beginnings in the southern hills of West Virginia during a time fraught with poverty and very little upward mobility. They were given opportunities most in their circumstances were not allowed. I only see this now as I have aged. I didn’t understand their humble beginnings from the vantage point of youth.
I married a man who was taught by his parents all they knew. Their experiences became his to learn from and bring forward into the lives of our children.
Together we raised our three children, handing down the lessons we were taught by our parents.
Then we got divorced. The divorce changed my perspective of what I thought I knew and had been taught; what I thought love was; what I thought about integrity; who I think I am, who I was. Divorce taught me about fear. It taught me things I didn’t know about trust. I learned that life doesn’t travel on the path we choose. Life has it’s own journey and we are only along for the ride.
As time moves forward, I age and grow into this journey. My resilience has taught me what I thought was “right” was only my idea of right. I’ve learned that right is relative to the person whose right is being discussed. My beliefs, as taught to me by my parents, were only that. Beliefs; something I choose to believe over and over until it becomes my real.
My changing journey forced me to choose between struggling and trying to control the path I thought I was on and hold my learned beliefs as truth. Or, I could choose to follow the path life laid in front of me, choosing instead to question my beliefs, broaden my perspectives and live a life more open to all the possibilities it presents. I learned to stop judging life and others based on what I believed to be true. Not judging life, but accepting it’s unfolding allowed me new opportunities and the courage to step out of my perceived safety net into a world I had never experienced.
This blog is the lessons I learned from the mistakes I’ve made in my 55+ years on earth. Without these mistakes and the lessons they taught, I could not have grown and instead would be stagnant, holding on to beliefs that no longer serve me.
I raised my children to the best of my ability. I have no regrets. I do, however, wish I had taught them broader points of view.
This blog is here to do just that…