The frightened little girl inside of me was seeking attention since as long as I can remember. As the “Baby” with 3 older siblings, I wanted to be important. My brother the only boy had that point of privilege taken. My oldest sister was the boss of us and surely had that covered.  My middle sister was the beautiful one… for certain! I decided to be the smart one, the dancer, the artist and the athletic “Tom Boy” of the family. I was so insecure I had to have all those bases covered. As an adult this translated in to…Doctor, Wife, Mother, businesswoman, yogi, dancer, school and community volunteer, sorority sister, and social activist. I looked like Shiva the multi-armed goddess with a different tool in each hand.

As my marriage fell apart, my business was going under and my relationship with my teenage son was hanging in the balance, I had to take a long hard look at my life and figure where I was going wrong.

As my marriage fell apart, my business was going under and my relationship with my teenage son was hanging in the balance, I had to take a long hard look at my life and figure where I was going wrong. I had become my worst nightmare. I had learned a lot. A wealth of knowledge. Getting A LOT done but at what expense? I had become the SUPERWOMAN that I warned my patients not to become! I needed Self-Mothering. I needed to find the TRUTH of myself inside.

 I missed clues of what was going on around me in plain sight while I was caught up in my own illusion. The truth is that I was still that wounded child so concerned about what others thought of me I had not stayed true to myself.

I missed clues of what was going on around me in plain sight while I was caught up in my own illusion. The truth is that I was still that wounded child so concerned about what others thought of me I had not stayed true to myself. I have always had a strong connection to my sister friends, mentors and role models and I knew they could help me. I looked to these powerful teachers for guidance. A roadmap. A sign post to get myself back on track. I found a council of 22 extraordinary women, some in history and some in my personal life to inspire me to my self-empowerment.

I know I am loved. I know I am Love. I know how I am meant to serve others.

It has taken years of work and self-forgiveness to write this Self-Mothering book about my journey to my true self. I healed the wounded child inside of me with the truth of knowing myself as a child of God. I know I am loved. I know I am Love. I know how I am meant to serve others. Now I don’t need to show off to feel important. I want to serve others to let them know how important they are within themselves and to all of us.  I want to share what I have discovered…the best way to care for others is to first love and care for ourselves.

The image on the cover of the Self-Mothering book looks like a mother lovingly kissing her daughter on the forehead. The image reflects a woman coming to know, heal and love her wounded inner child. As I share my journey I invite you to choose your own Mothers’ Council to guide you back to your TRUTH.