I’ve tried to write about Little Man for a while now, but one of the side effects of going through a Kundalini awakening is having my brain scrambled. So trying to stay focused and coherent has been elusive as hell.
That said, after five and a half years of educating Little Man at home, he finally earned his high school diploma! A day I couldn’t even see back when he was in elementary school when there were so many hard days.
Looking back at our time of homeschooling, yet technically not (because Little Man was actually enrolled in a local private school that’s all about independent learning) although there were times of difficulty and struggle, I can just about see Little Man’s and my souls being cast in the play of our lives.
I see my very human self playing the mother role to the best of my ability, doing everything she could to help her son from the moment he was born seven weeks early. And I see Little Man’s soul carrying out his mission to walk through life in a body with a wonky sensory system, a brain that would not only bring very real and lifelong challenges, but would also bring him gifts, and a big heart.
Over the course of Little Man’s life, his struggling always spurred me into action. And we walked down the path of my agenda until we hit a wall. Until something about Little Man’s soul mission needed to go in a different direction. For some reason that I won’t be able to see for perhaps many years if ever, it became important for Little Man to leave the public school trajectory.
I now see that signing him up with a local private school became important because only a year later Kundalini energy opened in me, and my ability to function as a parent and teacher tanked. Having regular meetings with a teacher who was open to my talking about healing and spirituality became a godsend for us (and me in particular). While our meetings were mostly about Little Man and his education, they were a place I could talk about what was going on with me with regards to going through a very challenging Kundalini awakening. And they kept us on track and moving forwards.
The certified teacher who guided us through my son’s educational process and kept his records had also been a graduate student of writer and channel Paul Selig years ago. Coincidence? I think not.
Over the course of our lives together, my son has been a big catalyst, providing both the resistance I needed to get me into new things and push me out of my comfort zone, as much as I’ve been one of his models for life and his teacher in so very many ways. Due to him I learned how to parent differently than I was parented, and explored every option when it came to helping him. And being open to alternative ways of doing things led to my waking up spiritually.
Despite how difficult the past handful of years has felt for me personally, I’m very proud to announce that my son graduated from high school. And one day he’ll spread his wings and fly.