As my reader, you know that the majority of my blogs are based on my personal and current life experiences, while also integrating to you...readers, clients, followers, friends and family, a tip or two along the way. For me, writing is often how I breathe. Most of my clients know that I tend to encourage writing of some sort as part of their weekly actions steps. When life gets super fast, emotional, calm.... whatever the situation, I find writing allows me to stop, reflect, connect and yes.. breathe a little deeper. Journey with me through this one and at the end, realize I am letting you know that you are simply not alone.
"Packing up Barbie" has been sitting on my heart for a few days. I've ignored her, forgotten her, tried to deny her.. but alas, I've decided to face her head on and let the writing commence.
I've been holding out hope for lots of years that my daughters would reunite. Yes, I was the mom that had lots and lots of Barbies. (I was also the mom that had the simple conversation that Barbie bodies were just pretend and not a standard but despite all of the body image stuff , a good old make believe day of playing with and designing clothes and forts and homes for Barbies is just a right of passage in my opinion and was, in our lives, quite harmless). My daughters, now 18 and 20, used to play with these, constantly. Their sisterhood and creative imaginations were happily intact and free. I want those moments back. I get growing up. I get moving on. I get drifting a part a little, and those are things I feel like I could've adjusted and adapted too. What I didn't expect, what I didn't count on, was addiction tearing these girls apart.
Just like one didn't choose to be addict, one didn't choose to "lose" her sister. I carried around with me the hope that they would reunite. I carried around with me faith that the time would come before my youngest leaves the state and moves to college ( in four days) that they would be happy again. I didn't realize when my oldest daughter started her battle at 13, that her Barbie days were forever over. I remember, like a life altering accident, the moment her life, their innocent sisterhood, our lives, changed. I remember the call in the middle of the night. I remember her self-hatred that started the next day, and I remember wishing the drug had never entered her body for the first time, realizing she was the one in our family whom addiction didn't pass up.
Anger, sadness, misunderstanding, hurt, pain, loss, addiction, treatment centers, homelessness, tears. All of these things kept my two most treasured life gifts apart.
Satan is the thief. When we catch him, he will be required to restore seven times as much as what he stole from us.
Three years ago, (four years into her addiction), I threw my Bible and my wooden cross that I slept with as far as I could toss them. I had a choice to make: I was going to believe in God and have faith NO MATTER WHAT, or I was going to let my anger and my sadness tear me further away from the only thing I knew could bring me hope. I chose to believe.
You see, I may have packed the Barbies for now, realizing that my window has closed. You need also to see that I believe I will get those same Barbies back out for the day my daughters reunite, perhaps with their own daughters, and they will play together again. Their relationship will be restored. What has been stolen will be gained back.
What I would give for the days we spent, just the three of us, watching old movies, eating popcorn with melted chocolate chips staining every shirt they spilled on, laughing with one another as we fell asleep in one big bed. Some would say I created an addict by babying her. Some would say my coddling her with songs, stories and lullabies at night, crippled her into not growing up. I disagree, I raised them the same. I didn't create nor cause her addiction. I loved and raised them the best way I knew how. I am thankful beyond measure for having those moments.
I knew packing my youngest for college would hurt. I knew I'd be thrilled for her new journey. I didn't know I would be saying goodbye to a dream of two beautiful sisters spending a beautiful moment together before their lives went different ways. I didn't know.
Thanks for reading. I hope your take away is this.... no matter what life has thrown your way, no matter where life went the "wrong" way, hold on to a hope bigger than your dreams. Hold on tight. For we may not know when restoration and redemption comes, but we do know to look around, to look up, to reach out to those around us offering shoulders, ears, compassion, time and love when we struggle. And that to me is a gentle reminder of God's love.
Dream on. Hold on. Be free.. until the miracle comes.
Good and Bad. Sadness and Joy. Hope and Despair. Darkness and Light. Do you often feel these at the same time? If so, which one has the biggest hold over you? For me, the answer lies in which day you happen to ask me. I want to say that I always live on the positive side of those choices each time, but I can't, because this is not yet eternity, and I am not yet whole.
Although my clients are women, this image spoke to me. Here he is, clearly strong with his towel ready to wipe the sweat and possible tears away during whatever he has set out to do. He stopped, right in the middle of the tracks. Full surrender. Head bowed. Ready to throw the towel he is clinging on to.
I believe He's saying, "How long oh, Lord, how long?" I also believe he spends time mourning, asking, praying, seeking, crying, and then he musters the strength to get up, walk away, and focus on the light.
You see my friends, life is not often all good or all bad. Most days it's a mixture of things we would rather see come to an end, and things we are so very thankful for.
A friend of mine just lost his beautiful daughter, and his son and wife still need him. Darkness and Light.
A mom I know has an adult child with Cancer, and another one having her first child. Sadness and Joy.
I have a daughter with two severe illnesses and she's not seeking help, and I also have a daughter starting her life in college with great and joyful anticipation. Despair and Hope.
I have a friend with a son who is starting a new school and is overjoyed, and a son with chronic pain. Good and Bad.
I can sit here or I can sit in front of my clients and I can tell them that God is Real. That Faith is believing in what you can't see. I can read passage and scripture from Ephesians, Psalms and Romans. I can't, however, tell you how to keep on trusting and believing and praying despite the sadness. I can't tell you to only focus on the good. I want to, but I wouldn't be real.
I can tell you that one day we will all understand. I can tell you that there is goodness, every single day when we ask God to remind us. I can tell you that God wants to hear from you, on the tracks, off the tracks, on your knees, lying in bed, head bowed or fists raised. He has not left us. He has not left you.
Look around for the helpers in your darkness (Mr. Rogers) and provide light to others when you can. I want you to keep going. I want you to breathe in enough to let the goodness in, in whatever package that's being delivered in.
He has indeed not forsaken us. He is indeed still here. I am also here, for you. Be FREE.
I coach a lot of moms of addicts. Most of you know I am a mom to two smart and beautiful daughters as well as a step mom to three little men. My heart lies in helping others through a really awful situation and to share hope with others despite the darkness. Today, I was given the blessing and go ahead from our church Campus Pastor to begin to lead a meeting that I hope will reach a lot of parents and grand parents of addicted loves ones in our community.
Along with a beautiful friend of mine, we will begin leading this weekly meeting this summer. I am honored to be holding this meeting on the land of our new church property. Most of you also know that this land was the land where I grew up, where my daughters grew up, and where I last remember my daughter being free (as pictured above).
I don't know where my daughter is today. I hugged her four days ago after another "friend" of hers alerted me to her location. After her near overdose, I had the police involved (again), an intervention team waiting in the wings (again) and a dear friend by my side holding my faith intact playing worship music as I cried, let down by another attempt to help her. I am not alone in this scary warfare. This meeting is to help others know they are not alone either. My daughter looked at me and yelled, telling me to stop trying and to leave her alone. Through tears, I drove off without her. Again. That doesn't make me a failure. That doesn't mean I give up.
Like I often tell so many of my clients, look for the good everywhere. Even in our darkest pain, look for a way to be a gift, a light, a servant. I am not asking you to do to something that I don't ask of myself and believe me girlfriend, it ain't a piece of cake but my God gives me the courage and the strength to do the unthinkable.
In a space where my child used to play with her dollhouse, with animals, with her cousins and sister; where her grandparents held sleepovers and story time, where play pens and pony rides, birthday cake and laughter prevailed, I get to stand, with a friend by my side, and do my best to be a place of peace, love and hope for parents and grandparents who have, are or feel they will be in the middle of a spiritual warfare on their child. I will pray that one day, this same girl will stand at the podium and share her story of redemption.
And today, as I wait for her freedom, I will share this song that moves me with you.
I am thankful, in the mess, for the opportunity. Stay tuned for meeting times.
Are you actively seeking to be fit? How's your wardrobe? Are you keeping up with the latest trends? What's your beauty regimen? Are your teeth white? How's your tan? Honey.. it's a lot to stay on top of. Now... MORE importantly, how is your mindfulness, your self-love, your intention and attention towards what you are doing? How are you treating yourself and others, and how do you treat your body?
I have always been an athlete. By athlete I mean that I made the cheerleading team, fell down at pep-rallies, fell off shoulders and face planted onto the track surrounding the football field, and managed to break my ankle by landing on it funny the same day I made the basketball team. I use the word athlete lightly in my little world. Three years ago, I decided I needed to hit some stuff. Imagine Phoebe running carelessly through Central Park and you have a vision of me spasmatically getting through class week after week, year after year for three years. Don't get me wrong, I was strong. I gained some muscle, some mass, some attitude and some serious mojo. I was doing what I needed to do during that time of my life but I wasn't being very mindful with my movements or my mind (even though I was probably supposed to).
Let's fast forward to this week...I started the very impressive BARRE3 routine and man.. is it awesome! I have noticed that the words "Intent" and "Mindful" are used commonly. Any "barre" experience or experience with grace in general can be summed up by two events...
I am going to try to get my heart centered, my mind quiet and my grace as intact as it will get, and let my inner warrior "athlete" shine with this newfound experience and I encourage you to find something equally spectacular to add to your life.
Love, Coach Kim