ask yourself

My mom is this powerhouse of a woman. one of those people you meet and instantly connect with, no matter who you are.
She's got this strength that shines and only once in my life have I seen her falter (which was a brief moment during my birth with Luca, as I was letting out gorilla groans and clutching a nurse with all my might). She's got the answer to your questions, she has kindness in her eyes, her heart is overflowing with love and understanding.

My mom is the person who sits me down to tell me, "you're not balanced right now" and she's always correct. She's the one that listens until I find my own answers. But mostly she asks the right questions, the ones that make you dig down to your deepest self and accept, you suck, it's time to pull it together and no one is to blame for anything, but you.

Of course their are days when her reiki and life coaching bring me to realize how happy I am, how proud I am and how lovely this world is. How fortunate I am to have that, to be reminded often to ask yourself these questions...