When I first decided to write a blog I told myself that it would be a place for single mothers. A place to share stories and struggles of heartbreak, parenting styles, crafting ideas, thoughts, lessons, and anything else that could be considered as therapeutic or helpful to others. But the more that I thought things through I had to take an honest look outside of myself and my personal circumstances. Women raising children in solitude are not the only ones struggling to find peace within painfully chaotic lives. A broken heart is a broken heart no matter how it was broken, no matter how many pieces it was shattered into. The physical or figurative tears that have stained your pillows were no less wet or salty than those that I have shed. A lost lover, a passed on loved one, loss of a pregnancy, loss of a job, loss of yourself, loss of your way, etc. It doesn’t make a difference what/who or how; you still lost it. You suffered a loss and it left you lost. None of us are different in that way. So please forgive me for my previous discriminatory thoughts and allow me to welcome you here. Welcome to Finding Peace in Pieces .com. It is my goal for this to be blog a place containing encouraging words and reminders of the strength that trying times and situations can create within you. I would like to share examples of simple day to day strife’s that many of us can relate to and examples of how we managed to survive. Pain travels 60 centimeters per second and is almost always temporary. The feeling of love travels at the speed of light and lasts forever. Even withstanding death love survives. Love is eternal. Together day by day one piece at a time we will find our way back to peace. Love will be the glue that holds the broken pieces in place to make you whole once more. I will share my knowledge, information, lessons, research, pain, and anecdotes with you here. I hope you can find a piece of something here you can use in your quest for peace of mind.
“The wound is the place where the light enters you”
I grew up in a small town. In today’s society to be able to actively apply the word town as oppose to city speaks volumes to the traditional country environment in which I was raised. For pets we had chickens that roamed free in our yard until it was their turn to join us for dinner. At the end of our dirt road there was a pig pen adjacent to the bus stop. We had only one grocery store/gas station combo in the immediate area. You could purchase gas, receive an order of freshly butchered meat and put in on your store credit all in one location. I have no complaints or qualms about the area in which I experienced my childhood. I was raised by a grandmother that made up for the lack of metropolitan scenery and artistic opportunities with her magnetic loving personality. We created our own adventures within our small town. She encouraged my reading of foreign lands and supported my dreams of traveling the world . She respected my wishes of living a different lifestyle than anyone we knew personally.
With her love and support traveling the world and living a different life than anyone else we had ever known is exactly what I did. During my travels abroad at my last foreign place of residence in Kuwait City, Kuwait I brought home a single souvenir that would prove to be the utmost important part of my life for the rest of my days. I returned to the small town in which I am from with a son named Messiah. Fast forward passed some very traumatic and unforeseen circumstances of life you will find Messiah and I on the brink of making choices about his educational future. Yes, he is a two year old with his third birthday just over the horizon. And I, am a single mom with world class taste and international aspirations for my son. I would never be so crass as to say “just like ALL mothers” but I will recognize that many of us begin dreaming about and planning for the futures of our children from the moment of conception. When it came to my son I was overly proactive, extremely prepared, and some may say too forward thinking. I disagree. In my logic there is no such thing as being too anything when it comes to making preparations and decisions about the life of my child.
During his first months of life I assessed our situation and surroundings. It was just he and I back here in this country town with our big city ideas and small town options. I decided then that I would go above and beyond all measures to ensure that he had the same educational options and opportunities as children from the lowest country town here in South Carolina to the most prestigious schools in Japan. Even if I had to go about creating those opportunities myself. What seemed to be the easiest option seemed to be homeschooling. Homeschooling would allow me to tailor the curriculum to fit perfectly to his learning needs as well as my scholastic preferences for him. Learning two foreign languages is a necessary requirement as far as I am concerned . After-all…
From the time Messiah was around seven or eight months old all the way to this very moment when he is about to turn three I have been fighting the good fight. The constant battle of explaining the logic behind me being so ambitious and eclectic in the manner in which I educate him. Trying to force traditional thinkers not only to understand what I am doing but to also support it.