Yesterday was my daughter, Casey’s birthday. So much to celebrate: her recent graduation from college, her upcoming trip to Europe.
My celebration included some things not on her list: The fact that she was born was a miracle, for one. Casey was conceived out of a powerful intention to be a mother. I was already a “bonus” mother to my amazing “bonus kids” (step-children) and I had already given birth to my beautiful baby boy, Ryan. Ryan had passed away just three months before Casey was conceived. Of course, conceiving a child during the most stressful time imaginable is reason enough to celebrate. But I had been told after Ryan’s birth that I had only one functioning ovary. Added to that, I was a woman “of a certain age” whose obstetrician told me it would be next to impossible to get pregnant again.
But I knew I was supposed to be a mother. I knew I was a mother. Unfortunately, I was a mother without her child. This was my first powerful intention concerning Casey. That she come into the world. And I imagined holding her in my arms. I had already written a letter to her welcoming her. Casey was conceived three months after Ryan made his transition and was born the following year.
The second powerful intention concerning Casey was that when she was 18 months old, she was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit for severe asthma. She had to spend 5 days in Pediatric ICU. This was the first of a series of multiple overnight stays, including one that took place when she was a toddler during Halloween. She was able to trick or treat at the nurses station. I declared right then and there, seeing her in her little Dalmatian puppy suit trick or treating in a hospital ward – that this was going to be changed.
I never told she had asthma as a kid. I would explain that something had happened which caused her to be there. We made believe the hospital was a castle and she was the princess. I never wanted her to take ownership of having that condition. I saw her, and wanted her to see herself as healthy.
Of course, her pediatrician told me her asthma was quite severe, and no visioning or alternative medicine would heal it.
Nevertheless, I set a powerful intention and held the vision that she would be vibrantly healthy, the asthma would be completely healed. And so it came to pass.
Had I listened to the “experts”, Casey might not be here at all. Why bother trying to conceive when you are severely depressed, at the lowest point in your entire life if you know it’s futile? Incidentally, she turned out to be quite the athlete: basketball player, baseball and soccer player, competitive swimmer, surfer and lifeguard. Imagine how different things would have been for her had she claimed the title for herself as someone with chronic, incurable asthma?
Is there some area of your life that you’re telling yourself (or “experts” or otherwise well meaning people are telling you) that you just can’t have what you want? Take another look at it. As Katherine Hepburn said: Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!
What would you do if you didn’t believe it was impossible? Let’s find out!
Believing in you…