When Parenting and Empath Abilities Collide

Empaths absorb the energy and symptoms of others. When we absorb ailments of others, we take them on as if they are our own. When we take on ailments, we can heal the other person.

mother daughterYesterday my youngest walked in the door from school with what looked to be a dark red patch on her face. Upon further investigation it looked like a rash or a bug bite of some sort. (Never mind we are in the middle of winter here in the Midwest.) She has extremely sensitive skin so I first went through a list of questions asking what she might have put on her face to cause this – lotions, hand sanitizers or soaps at school, etc. She said that it itched and hurt. I tried to figure out when during the day this happened. According to her, it started early in the school day.

We took the necessary steps to ease her symptoms. Within moments of giving her face attention I started to itch around my face and shoulders. I even noticed some hives starting on me. This of course alerted me to ask my daughter if she was itching or bothered in other places and she said “No.”

Itching and hives on ME tend to put me I a bit of an anxious spiral as a person who has had many an unexplained allergic reaction of my own along my awakening process. I used to carry Benadryl and epi pens with me everywhere I went. (At the begging of my awakening process I was popping Benadryl like it was candy, as I was always itching and my throat regularly felt like it was ready to close up.)

When I take on symptoms from others (sometimes I know whose symptoms I have taken on and other times it can be a complete stranger like someone out in a public place or in my neighborhood or somebody’s energy that I am tapping into) my first instinct is to protect myself (so that I don’t absorb what is not mine) and then to send it back to its rightful owner and to put it back in its proper space and time.  (I know that this “wording” may sound crazy to some, but the putting back of the ailments of not mine has been a big help to me.)

When it is your child who is suffering from something you want to do all that you can to make them better. Though my first instinct was to protect myself (“Hello! Anxiety and panic!” as I get worried about allergic reactions for me) but then “Mommy Mode” kicked in and I allowed myself to keep absorbing my daughter’s ailments. (I did ask my angels and guides to help me to not have a medical emergency myself.)

Motherhood and my abilities seems to collide from time to time. I try to do my best and droll with things to the best of my abilities and to thank the Universe along the way.

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The stories and topics that I share are as I have observed them, as I have lived them, and as they have happened to me, along my journey. They are not intended to hurt anybody and they are told as I have experienced them. I have also done my best to protect the identity of the subjects in my writings. If you find yourself reading something and suddenly question: “Is that about me?” If that is the case it probably is to some degree because there’s absolutely some kind of lesson in there for you.
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Sometimes I ask Spirit for Help in Writing Birthday Cards, Condolences and Text Messages

writing card blogI don’t often post a “Happy Birthday” on social media to those I am close with. Instead I will send a card (I know, I’m old fashioned), give a phone call, send an email, or a text. And better yet, I refuse to post an “I’m sorry for your loss” on social media to people that I am close to when somebody passes away. (I am at the age when many of my friends and contacts parents are passing away.) I know that technology is changing our world but to me, social media seems too impersonal. (Some days I want to swear off social media all together, but then I stop to think, how would I find out about child births, engagements and funerals otherwise?) When loss happens to somebody I know well, or somebody I have a history with, I will send a card or a text to the person who is grieving. Many times in the card, I find that I will write a lengthy message that I know that I didn’t solely write myself.

I usually have to quiet my mind and get in a quiet space. At times when I first start thinking about what to write, I feel a bit blocked, but once I get going the words just flow out of me. Sometimes when I feel blocked, I will “ask for help” sometimes from my helpers (Guides) and sometimes in the case of death, I will ask the deceased if they can help with the message that I am to write.  Once I finish a card, (or sometimes a text if I think that will be better received), and send it on its way, I nearly forget what the message is or was (sort of like after doing a reading). It is like the message falls right out of my brain. No joke. Sort of like it never happened.

I never thought much of the messages that I write until I started to get validation about the information that I was writing. Sometimes someone would simply say something like, “Wow! I really needed to hear that at the time I read your message.” And other times, the validation goes much deeper. Like the time I sent a condolence card to a grade-school friend of mine whose husband had passed.  The passing was a delicate situation so I wanted to make sure that I choose my words carefully. I finally got the information to flow (no need to know the details) and wrote it down in a card and sent it on its way. A few months had past and I had run into a close friend of my grade-school friend in a parking lot at a store. We chit-chatted for a moment and then all of the sudden she stopped and said, “You know what? That card that you gave [my friend], she showed it to me and it was so sweet. What you wrote she needed to hear and it really helped her.” As she started to tell me this, I felt chills go down my body and the tears started to roll down my face. (Both chills and tears, though they don’t always happen together, are validation for me from Spirit.) Better yet, as I am typing this, I feel the tears welling up. 😉

For like two days after this conversation in the parking lot, I kept thinking “Wow!!” And how in “Awe” I was by the conversation… the chills…the tears… the whole thing!

On the flip side of this, I have had times when I go to write a message, or think that I should be writing a message, and I find that I don’t have anything to say. I literally don’t have words. I find that I’ll purchase a card and let it sit on my desk for a few days, which turns in to a few weeks, which sometimes turns into – it never gets sent. I used to (and sometimes) still feel guilty about this, but recently I have come to understand that perhaps I am not to me the messenger in certain situations. Perhaps the person on the other end isn’t open to receive the message that I may have, or better yet, it isn’t the right time for them to hear anything. Everyone grieves in different ways and is open and receptive to different things. I’ve tried to let go of the guilt and pressure that I feel in these situations. Either way, I am thankful and honored to be able to deliver messages to people who need them.

XOXO

– Maura