“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.”~Dr. Brene Brown
 

I gave birth to my daughter the same month of my birthday. I was entirely unprepared for the mothering journey. While I loved Tara so fully and deeply and wholly the instant that I saw her, I had no map of how to be mother. Or, I should say, the map that I did have was entirely wrong. Or maybe I should say that I had two maps!! Very confusing…I know…even for me!
 

I come from an extremely abusive, toxic, dysfunctional childhood. While I did quite a bit of healing work in my early 30’s, it wasn’t nearly enough to prepare me to mother my daughter. My “father” (and I use that term very loosely because he was not my biological father nor a parent in any sense of the word) was horribly abusive, an alcoholic, a rage-aholic and an authoritarian; a patriarch in the absolute worst sense. My “mother” had a “collapsed psyche and personality” (my own definition) and was most definitely not interested in being a mother, only pretending to be so. She was cold, equally abusive, and more invested in appearances and what others thought of her. So…I grew up in a “family” that was so thoroughly invested in lies and denial, in pretense and facades…in caring about appearances. It was like growing up in a house of mirrors where nothing was as it seemed, but everyone pretended it was – kind of like the Emperor’s New Clothes. These were lies that everyone knew about, but no one spoke about.
 

And there was always a tremendous amount of fear. Fear, fear, and fear. Fear about speaking the truth, fear about saying or doing the wrong thing (this was arbitrary, of course, because anything could have been the wrong thing depending on 101 different things). My childhood was all about survival.
 
 

Therefore, one of the huge tasks that I had at hand [when I became older] was to identify my false belief systems; the lies I had been taught from such an early age. Foundational truths such as love, family, loyalty, respect, and more, all had to be carefully looked over. I had to carefully discern whether it was truth or not. I had other monumental tasks also, like setting healthy boundaries, self -care, truthfulness, honesty, processing my feelings, and figuring out what the heck a healthy relationship looked like.
 

Recovery was (and is) overwhelming. It’s a process that I began when I turned 30 and continues to this day. But, here’s the thing…this beautiful, sweet lady (pictured below) gave me another map on how to mother. I didn’t even fully realize it until I, myself, became a mom.
 

Photo of Soraya’s childhood nanny, Sophie. (Photo courtesy of Soraya)

Her name was Sophie and she was our maid/nanny for my entire childhood until we immigrated to Canada. Under apartheid South Africa, this [having a maid] was quite common. While my adult self looks at the horrible inequality and inhumanity of the entire set up, my child self rejoiced because it was this lady right here who saved me…entirely and utterly saved me!! She loved me with her entire being and I loved her right back. She carried me on her back (like most African mothers do), she treated me with care, value, and kindness. While she couldn’t read or write, she was fully literate in the languages of love, humanity, reciprocity, validation, communication.
 

She would tell me all sorts of stories – teaching me along the way and passing down the singing of songs, the loving of earth, and the wisdom of her mothers. She taught me about the things that truly mattered in life. She was humble and true. I used to creep out of bed in the middle of the night to go and sleep with her. I used to want to spend every spare moment with her…just being in the presence of her warmth and love. She was manna from the heavens and she saved me. The absolute most terrible part about leaving South Africa was leaving her. The absolute worst part of my teen years of enduring the physical, mental, and psychological violence from my “parents”; their cruelty …was not having Sophie with me. Those were the absolute worst years, but her love sustained me. The seeds she had planted – while dormant – were still there.
 
 

And after I, myself, became a mother…those seeds started to blossom and bloom and grow and thrive. Most of the time…it just kind of happened …I didn’t consciously think about it. But other times…I had to agonize over the decision…second and third guessing myself until I felt quesy. When Tara was about three weeks old, I discovered the Moby wrap. It was an amazing piece of fabric that I could carry Tara around in…and I did!!! I literally didn’t put her down and she was the absolute happiest baby ever, ever, ever. And I was the happiest mommy ever, ever, ever.
 

Soraya and her daughter, Nulliah, on Mother’s Day this year. (Photo courtesy of Soraya)

I decided to listen to my intuition instead of all the buzz and noise around me. I decided to follow my heart and tend to the needs of my baby. I decided to throw out so much of what I was raised with (culturally as well as personally) and forge a different path. I decided to set healthy boundaries (and sometimes…walls when necessary). Not that any of it was easy because of course, I made mistakes. I stumbled and fell and utterly failed at times. But I always got back up…I always tried some more.
 

I struggled with the questions and then struggled some more with the answers. But through it all…I loved my daughter with a fierceness and tenderness that I never knew possible. I instantly became so vulnerable and while it scared the crap out of me…I relished in it too. And along the way of mothering my daughter, I had to mother myself also. I had to extend kindness, compassion, and grace to myself. I had to make a full commitment to recovery and healing myself.
 

Now, instead of looking at how far I have to go, I marvel and honor how far I have come. Now I can forgive myself. I can be gentle with myself. I can celebrate my strengths while also acknowledging my weaknesses. And so we have grown together, my daughter and I. I can truly say that my daughter birthed me as much as I – probably more so – birthed her.
 

And as I navigate my mothering journey, I am learning to trust mySELF more and more. I am learning to lean into “what feels right” rather than what I “should” be doing. I am leaning into my inner wisdom knowing that kindness wins the day. Knowing that Tara teaches me just as much (more so even) than what I teach her. Knowing that change is inevitable. So that I can be the mother to my girl that I never had, but so desperately needed. All the while, I can simply being grateful that I get to have her in my life…and that I get to love this sweet girl all while guiding her on her own life’s journey.
 

*This is a small part of my story, but as I heal and strengthen my voice… I will be sharing more. Learning to trust myself and the process and send things out into the world imperfect(ly) and all. Thanks for reading!xxx
 

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