eaglesnest

Being a mother for me is about much more than my children. I am a mothering soul. It is evident in my work as a nanny, a doula, the founder of an NPO to make life better for children displaced by Hurricane Katrina, in my friendships. There are many reasons I am called Mama Kia, beyond the title of Reverend, which I use so rarely.

I am painfully aware of how I have allowed my mothering of my son’s father to keep us here. He has many issues that I address and attempt to heal by mother love. He has immense abandonment issues, and some of these are tied into the loss of his other children by vindictive, money-grubbing ex wives.

So, in an effort to spare him more pain, and in a blindness of mothering I stayed too long in an unhealthy relationship, I took care too long of someone who I am not responsible for, I allowed myself to be damaged.

Somewhere I lost the hard fought lesson about boundaries I had set and preserved at all costs about 7 years ago when I finally walked away from mothering my own mother and allowing her toxicity to endanger my soul.

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