During a heated discussion, reminiscent of being the teenager that I once was, my Mother, slammed me with these words;
“You’re always feeling sorry for yourself!”
“Well let’s face it Michelle, there is always one problem or another you seem to be dealing with-if you’d had the kind of life that I had, dealing with your sick father all those years ago… then God help you.”
I’ll just leave it there for now and continue feeling oh, so sorry for my-self!
Seems, it’s something I’m consistently good at it.
Early this morning, I commented on an Instagram post of a complete stranger.
Normally, I sit back and watch how a conversation goes, reading all the different posts and only write something if I feel moved enough to give an opinion.
The post began with the words-ALL White people are racist not some, not just White supremacists, ALL. The White people who think they aren’t racist, or have done enough work to not be racist are actually the MOST racist because they are the most entitled.
The lady who wrote the post was a life coach.
The words stopped me in my tracks.
Am I seen to be the most racist?
Am I seen to be themost entitled?
I see people, ALL PEOPLE for who they are not what color their skin is and I am struggling with accepting the above statement.
My life’s work has been about helping people move out of the dark into their light. It’s been about helping people overcome pain and resistance in order to live a more enriched life. I’ve taught about equality and brought my children up to embrace all people and to come from a place of kindness and acceptance.
I responded to the post with loving words and having the freedom to speak and was met with hostility, judgement and anger.
Am I being ignorant?
Forgive me if I am… that is not my intention.
I support Black Lives Matter and I also support the fact that All Lives Matter.
I support diversity.
And… in no way do I think that my having white skin gives me any right to feel sorry for myself.
I can see and feel that the world is struggling and that people are struggling and that their struggle has gone on for decades.
For that I am sorry.
Hate breeds hate.
I am sorry that there are ignorant people on this earth-the earth that we all share, who believe that they have more of a right to be here than another.
You can’t wait for the world to be equal to start feeling seen, you have to find the tools within to find your voice – Michelle Obama
I am a real warrior in the fight for equality.
My belief is that we all have a right to be here and by that I mean, however you show up in this world, what ever race, religious belief, disability or sexual orientation, you belong.
We all matter.
I was born into a family full of conflict and almost suffocated by the religious beliefs of my parents, which in their entirety, were incredibly mismatched.
My Father was baptized a Methodist-a good Christian man. He hated the whole of the Japanese race, believing that they should be wiped out from the earth completely. Thankfully, his attempts to instill the same belief’s into us, his children, didn’t work.
It isn’t something that any one of us could even hold within our hearts.
Yet he was a good Christian man, wasn’t he?
My Mother who follows the Catholic religion, taught us to believe that if you aren’t christened and when it’s your time to depart this world, you won’t be allowed into Heaven.
I can not even fathom that statement out?
Like it’s a special club for special people?
Am I not special?
Are you not special?
Are we not made in the likeness of God?
Is God not love?
None of my children are christened.
What does that actually mean?
Well what it mean’s for me is, that we didn’t pay out heaps of money to have a christening party that was laden with special gifts from special people who probably never really had any kind of understanding in the whole concept of being christened.
Does that mean that I am a non believer?
Absolutely not and what I will say is that my beliefs have no conditions attached to them and that’s my choice too.
I was christened on a hospital ward when I was born because my mother thought that I was going to die and as she told me years later, she was terrified that if the priest wasn’t called to perform the ceremony, I wouldn’t get my special place with God.
Please forgive me if I offend you in anyway because it isn’t my intention and I really don’t believe that God would banish any child at all or for any reason.
Can you see how confusing it may be for a child to establish his or her own sense of self?
We all have a right to voice our own opinions, beliefs and question the world around us. There are times, during a session, I gently push boundaries with my client in order to allow them to open up to the possibility of new and other ways of thinking.
Not forcibly, just gently-an offering to look a little deeper into themselves and especially the young people who all too often seem to be afraid to step into their own power through fear of rejection.
We have no right to condition our children and they have a right to feel free to express themselves, be themselves, live life on their terms.
You may think it’s easier to keep quiet, reserved or even accept the things that you no longer want to accept through fear of judgement.
It really isn’t-it dulls your empowerment.
Have courage, become who you want to be, who you already are… and always have been deep within you.
At the end of the day, my hope is that we all want our children to be seen, feel worthy, know that they matter and I want that for you and for me too.
You matter and you are so worthy of free choice, the values that you hold and the right to feel equal to your fellow human beings.
And of course, you are not equal at all… you are all UNIQUE.