Once upon a time, noticing an air of heaviness around me, my twelve-year-old son said something deeply profound to me.

“Mom, stop carrying around other people’s backpacks full of cinderblocks.”

Backpacks Full of Cinderblocks

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What???

“Everyone has their own backpack of cinderblocks, their own painful feelings.  Sometimes you carry other people’s for them.”

Huh.  Valid point.

“What should I do with them?” I asked.

“Put them down at their feet,” the wise soul replied.

And so, I did.

Decades ago, when I made the decision about whether or not to have children, I chose to do it because I knew they’d have lessons to teach me.  The two who came to me have been giving me lessons in spades.  And I know 100% that I’m here in the world to use everything I learn to heal, in service to others, as I make a financial contribution to my family that matters.

Are you carrying around backpacks full of other people’s cinderblocks?  Share about them in the comments section below.

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