My coming into this world was not picture perfect. It wasn’t the ideal scenario that we all see on Television. People may question God/Goddess on why things happen. I know they definitely questioned my Mother and Father. I know for sure my parents also questioned themselves. How did or why did my Mom get pregnant. Here I am 35 years later thankful that despite what it looked like it was the perfect opportunity for me to come here. I had the ticket and the timing was perfect. We all received the ticket that brought us here; love. That love frequency needed to be at a certain level for us to be birthed. That frequency needed to be maintained in order for us to be healthy and ushered out of our Mothers womb.

I am a love child.

Yes, I am a love child. My parents were not married nor were they a couple. They were just two individuals that took a great liking and fondness to each other. They were not an item. The truth is they enjoyed each other’s company for however long and created me. I am not a mistake. I knew I was special as a young girl because of all the love I had.

The truth is my Mom lied to me for 30 years and never told me that the man that helped her raise me was not my biological Father. The truth is I actually respect my Mom and love her now even more now. No one knows what she went through and what they would’ve done if they were in her shoes. As a mother she never made me feel less than. She never made me feel like an outcast. She took care of me. The truth is the man that raised me passed on before I found out the truth. I call that man my Daddy. He helped me become the woman I am today.

I am courageous.

It took courage, love and a solid support system to process this truth. To not be bitter and play the victim role. I am not devastated but I am hurt. I am constantly processing this daily. The truth is I am glad it happened because it was the perfect opportunity for me to arrive and thrive. I am thankful for what looked like a tragedy or something horrible to one was a blessing for me. My life has changed in ways unimaginable since the truth came out. I am extremely grateful that through this I have gained another level respect for my mom and both men…

Of course I’m making it sound so perfect and beautiful but going through it was far from that. Everyone around me was effected. Some felt more hurt than I was. Some even were mad with me because I found out the truth. I just want to focus on the love. The highest frequency.

So no matter how you got here you too needed that frequency to be on love. Mommy had to love you and herself enough to take care of a child she did not see for almost 10 months before holding you. The love had to be there. Let love be your greatest gift of All. Let’s try to operate on that frequency of love daily.

By Julz WordSmith