Who has been the most significant person in your life so far?

Thisis beautiful and tragic at the same time. I am sorry you were “abandoned” by your mother. I alwys tried to make certain my children were connected to their fathers, it was their fathers who disconnected from them..thank God my kids are forgiving as they now have a relationship with them..at least one is also an indigo child.

Blessings

Aley

I'm here dear one! Any time! I open my arms up wide and embrace you…we all need to know how special we are and how loved! I am a maternal “crone”…and my husband Keith is a paternal one…..our children (collectively) are 22, 24, 27,29 and 30. We would be happy to have another one to love…!!

Smiling and sending light….

Aley

Count me in!!!!!!!

K

Oh! My wonderful brand-new daughter …

Many hugs-n-kisses to you.

Aley and I are thrilled!!!!!

Welcome to the family …

K & A

Happy you found people to give love to.
I can easely find myself in your story, except that for me both parents couldn't/wouldn't accept the love I gave. With the growing I have done I can now see clearly how they where (and still are) suffering, staying in their own selfmade box. Somehow they ''demand'' that you behave as a good daughter should, but at the same time they find it hard to accept you the way you are, accepting your love. Lots of maneuvering, manupulation, giving feelings of guilt. I haven't seen my parents for a very long time, but have decided to visit them this year, my father in London, my mother in Belgium (I don't know if they will let me see her as she is now in an institution for mentally ill people). It feels like an important part of the growing process, to make peace, maybe even say goodbye if necessary.
with love
Katerina

Mrs. Eva Hard, MY third-grade teacher in Akron, OhiO, was my greatest teacher bar none, although MY ex-wife taught me some things I never knew that I needed to learn. 

I think Mrs. Hard was also my most significant person, though Cathy Sekerak and Rose Sheehan, though decades apart, both in my life and in age, are close seconds for different reasons and for many of the same reasons.

Amanda, my wife and my mate, lovingly and gently teaches me on a daily basis that I am not the great saint that I think I am: Mahatma, or not.

My mother, I do not know even whether she is alive, or dead, taught me how to survive early on, but Mrs. Hard gave me a life.  My Mother also taught me how to parent by negative example, thankx to Steven Farmer and men like him.

This has been a very disturbing question for me and I am surprised to find that I haven't listed any men. 

The Reverend Andrew Mason was one of the first men who took an interest in me that wasn't life-threatening, or predatory.  He was a director of some sort, for the Upward Bound Program in Akron, OhiO.  He took me to see Doctor Shivago with his wife.  I still don't know why he took me.

At Upward Bound, I met a very great man and teacher named John Roberts who taught writing.  Mr. Roberts taught me how to write and believed that I would one day be a very great writer.  I'm still working on that last bit.

Mister Schumacher in the seventh-grade at Goodyear Junior High was hard, but he was fair.  I know that he respected me, even though I don't know whether he loved me.

There were many other good men helping me at this time, including some kinsmen, but I was moved so often that I couldn't establish bonds. 

MY Mother's first husband, Clyde Morrow, Uncle Clydey, was a thief, a check-kiter, and a criminal, but he was always very gentle and loving to us kids wheneve he wasn't in jail.  He is the only man who ever played with me when I was little who I didn't have to be on guard around for various violent, or predatory reasons. 

Any time, Uncle Clydey wasn't in jail, he'd show up at the house with Christmas presents all wrapped up – even in the middle of July.  My Uncle Clyde taught me: Never show up empty-handed – even the poorest among us has something wonderful to give. 

Let go of it.  Give it ALL away!

My Great-Uncle Robert Sayres, my Granma's brother, taught me how to hunt and fish.  He was a good fighter, a sought-after lover, and a helluva worker.  He also taught me how to pick up women in bars, low-hand a knife, and pluck pigeons at a pool table. 

My Uncle Robert Snodgrass, MY Momma's brother, taught me how to work and how not to steal, or lie.  Uncle Bob always modeled temperate, honest, loving behavior.  He was the first man who paid me honestly for my work and didn't just steal MY labor from me. 

He took me to the dentist, gave me a dollar for every “A,” there were lots of them, and he bought all my school clothes in return for summers spent working with him.  Though he never spoke of it, he received the Silver Star with clusters in World War II.  He quit smoking the day that the first Surgeon General's report came out and never picked up again.  Near eighty years-old, he was repairing the slate roof on his three-story home.

My Daddy, taught me how to fight and play cards and shirk work.  He taught me how to lie, malinger and steal.  He taught me how to endure and to survive anything.  He taught me that reading wasn't the only answer and that generosity really means giving everything.  He taught  me how to clean and how to handle stress that would have killed a normal man.

My Daddy also worked harder than anyone reading this.  Part of working hard has to be shirking and malingering, or the work will kill ya.  In the hot Florida sun, some old black shovelers taught me the same lesson not so many years later.

Make haste slowly, but strike while the iron is hot.

Hello
Just to let you know that I have visited my father, and that it went well. I have been able to talk about a lot of the ''issues''. And strangely enough the more open I was, the more space I gave to him and to my own self, the better it went. I won't say that all was perfect, I could still see the manipulation, the trying to make me feel guilty - but that was the difference. I could SEE… which meant that I had a choice, I could act or be compasionate/forgiving.
I did a lot of lovingkindness meditation before I went to visit as a preparation, and It has helped as well. Lovingkindness towards myself, and towards my parents.
As for my mother I wrote her a letter, telling her a bit about my life, how it has changed through my spiritual path that I am following. How there is a deep peace and happiness inside of me, that nothing can move. That there is forgiveness towards her behaviour. And she wrote back!!! something she normally does not do….. In a way it feels that through my behaviour I give them permission to forgive themselves. Does that make sens?
Still learning
Katerina

Thanks for your encouragement and sharing
BIG HUGGGGG
Katerina

Resurrected1,

This is an apology, of sorts.  It just occurred to me after reading here again that my post above might have been meant to go under the 3 June 2007 Questions and Reflections string.

Mea culpa!  RicHIe

My father never came to school. He was never supportive of me. He was all wrapped up in himself.  That's why I'm so independent.  I've mellowing in my old age.

I've gone out on a limb. I've fallen more than once, and come back.  I'm a born chance taker, and now passing on what I've learned in the school of hard knocks.  Thanks for your support, and the best to you.

Dear One,

I am truly amazed by what you wrote. Our lives are so parallel I am utterly speechless. My Father has also been my rock in ways my Mother could never understand. I too was condemned for loving Him…wow…

I deeply bow to your Light, dear Friend. Yes, you will stand!

Much Love,
Mikaila

i Thank-You from The Bottom of my Heart!!

Y/Our Strength & Love will bring many Blessings to The World!!

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Greatest Blog on all of Gaia.  Thanks for sharing this most heart warming story.I got to work on some PSA's and this one reminds me of you.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKmDwgrjkWo

Hairs all standing-on-end with the power of this story .. I'm with you Kes!
Aley and Keith you are such blessed angels!
Ariela you are such an immense being of light :-D who wouldn't want to adopt you? Guess it might be a bit odd having a second adoptive mother who's only 6 years older than you but what the hell?! If you want one, I'm here!
I don't have personal parental experience that resonates with this, but it resonates with so much of our collective wounds as they manifest in each of us that as a healing story for us all it is mighty!
Bless you and may you continue to sow seeds of blessing on this May Day xx

Aaaaw Ayla now you've got me tearing-up again!!!  There's a lot of magical 6's in my life as a Mother too.
Between my -ex and myself our divorce agreement was signed by him yesterday, me tommorrow, and let's see which magic May date it gets ratified by court just for starters!
Between us we have 6 magical children, 3 mothers and 1 father. I have lived, loved and continue to live and love with 5 of them. The 6th lives near and is 'unkown' to all of us, though I have a photo of her from mutual friends. She and the first are the only Daughters .. so you see how special you now are as the soul-daughter I had when I was 6!!!
And this body of mine has been a womb-mother to 6 children, of whom only 2 came all the way with me to birth.
But all 6 have been gifts, teachers, soul-mates, angels and agents of change in my life.
Mad, MAD, love back at'ya!!!!
:-D 

Thankyou for sharing that.. and I hope you don't mind my sharing like this in your space?!
There is deep Meaning and Magic in these Gifts we share … 7 generations-worth at least ;-)))
Always and in All Ways
deep bow 

I am still bloooooown awaaaaay with you two.  I birthed one (Sean).  Then my friend died and I adopted her daughter at age 8 (Alexandra).  Then Brianna's mom went to a hospital for 9 months and I had her for a year.  We are like very cool wombs.   So cool to find mutual stories.  Much love to all of you and thanks.