Liberated Soul

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Liberated Soul
Liberated Soul
A letter to my son
Mothering

A letter to my son

And reflections on the medical model & our healthcare system

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Jennifer Twardowski
Sep 07, 2022
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My little one,

It can be hard to hear you in the midst of all the noise. What I’m told may be “bad” or “wrong” about you. What I’m told may be “bad” or “wrong” about me. About what may or may not need “fixing”.

But when I completely unplug from all that noise, I can find moments to slow down and just be with you. And from that place I can hear your whispers.

To slow down.

To hold you.

To connect with you.

To just be with you.

To just listen and notice your subtle cues.

To let go of all the noise of what others tell me you “should” need or “should” be and to focus more on what it is you’re actually telling me you need and when you need it.

And to remember that, despite whatever anyone else has to say, that at the end of the day that’s all that really matters.

That, despite all the noise, my connection with you is what matters most.

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This week we went to the pediatrician’s office. And, unfortunately, it was far more stressful than we had hoped.

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