Motherhood Gave Voice to My Truth
A reflection on truth, motherhood, and divine embodiment
How do you express yourself authentically?
For me, it began with tracking patterns—emotional, energetic, generational. I’ve always had a soul path designed around relationship and meaning. I see connections most people don’t. And I’ve come to realize that authentic expression isn’t just what you say out loud—it’s what rings true through your whole life, your whole body, your whole being.
I used to think I was blocked in my throat chakra. That because I hadn’t found my “voice,” I hadn’t found myself. But I was looking too narrowly. What I’ve come to understand is that truth finds its own way to express, especially when you make room for it.
And for me, that expression came through my daughter.
She Was Born From Truth Wanting to Be Expressed
Before she was born, I created a clear intention with God: that she wouldn’t carry the trauma I had spent so long healing. I had done the work. I had integrated. And I believe that prayer was answered. She was born from the most loving, aligned place I had ever reached. And she came through vocal, radiant, fully herself.
Even before she has words, she is heard.
Even when her needs are subtle, they are received.
We were connected—soul to soul.
This is the blessing of our bond: she is not burdened by what I carried. She came with her own expression, and I believe she may one day become the very vocal embodiment of the truth I’ve been cultivating in silence for years.
My husband has always been gifted with words—he speaks truth with clarity. And now I see, our daughter is the bridge in some way. She carries forward the strength of our voices combined—born not from struggle, but from intention.
And in raising her with full presence, I find my own expression sharpening. Not in a performative way—but in a way that’s embodied, lasting. Refined. Returned to me tenfold.
Parenting As Integration, Not Reaction
Many parents enter the journey still carrying the weight of unhealed wounds—understandably so. Most are doing the best they can with what they’ve been given. But I’ve experienced something different. Something sacred.
I stepped into motherhood having already done the deep inner work. And because of that, I’m not reacting—I’m co-creating. I’m not operating from templates—I’m listening, moment by moment, to what’s needed. I’m not unconsciously passing things down—I’m discerning what ends with me.
That’s what lineage breaking looks like. It’s quiet sometimes. But it’s powerful.
I’ve learned to foster my truth the same way I foster hers:
With patience.
With tenderness.
With deep listening.
With trust that God is shaping something holy.
The Question of Karma
Some souls choose not to have children because they sense the weight of karmic entanglement. And I understand that. Parenting can deepen your chains if it’s entered from fear, from duty, or from unhealed patterns. But I also believe karma is not a prison—it’s a pattern. And patterns can be broken.
In choosing to parent from truth, from freedom, and from union with God, I believe I’ll not add to karma—but clear it. Not by avoiding it, but by loving through it—all the way to completion.
I don't feel bound. I feel liberated.
Expression Returns to Me
I used to pressure myself to speak, to be heard, to figure out how to say it all “right.” But now, I see that expression isn’t a performance—it’s a presence.
And in this life, that presence is reflected back to me through my daughter.
In her words, her gaze, her being—I see my voice forming.
And writing like this? It shows me that I am finding the words, after all. My truth is still unfolding—but it’s being refined. Strengthened. Fed by love.
As I raise her, I’m being raised too.
As I teach her to trust herself, I reclaim my own trust.
As I witness her voice forming, I meet my own voice rising.
This is expression. This is liberation. This is legacy.