A Mother’s Day Message To The World

I've come to understand that love isn't just something we feel, but something we practice daily

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there who have had to do it all alone, to the ones who’ve helped to foster good relationships with whomever the other parent is and for those rare ones who have been able to maintain an ongoing relationship with the other parent.

As for those mothers who have cultivated estrangement or the complete shutting out of the father, well I hope you have the day you deserve to have. What I mean to say is that the universe knows if you are doing this to either protect the child from a bad actor or if you are simply trying to protect your own self interests. I truly believe that we are generally rewarded or paid back for our intentions. This is why, much of the time, miserable people stay miserable. Misery becomes a feedback loop–they keep projecting it and it keeps coming back to them.

It’s like that with a lot of things. The incredible relationship that Julie and I share is the result of a love and gratitude feedback loop. Either of us, at any time of the day or night can get misty eyed when we think about how lucky we feel to have each other. It seriously happens for one or both of us every single day.

I’ve never had that with anyone before.

If I’m awake first, I go about my business until I hear Julie begin to stir and then I bring her a cup of coffee and a big morning hug. What I love so much about this is that, when the roles are reversed, I get the same exact treatment. To those who scoff and think this can not go on indefinitely, I say, “Not so.”

If it is possible for people to develop habits where they smoke cigarettes every day without fail, drink a six pack every day without fail, watch FOX News every day without fail, then it is entirely possible for two people to love the hell out of each other every day without fail. Habits can be good or bad. It just so happens that humanity tends to gravitate toward the bad ones more than the good ones.

One of the most precious moments this week came from one of Julie’s daughters who sent Julie a journal made of her very own homemade paper. Inside the cover, it said how happy she was for the two of us and even included a paragraph welcoming me to the family. Julie got choked up right away and that, in turn, got to me as well.

I have had to weather the complete removal of my girls from my life and that feels like it has followed me around all year. Receiving something that was the complete opposite of that was very healing.

Thank you, Brooke.

I always felt as if I have always had a heart filled with love to give, but I never really stood a chance with my girls. I don’t feel the need to expand on that but, suffice it to say, it feels really good to finally feel reciprocation.

I recently saw a video of a childhood development study where scientists were able to prove that children who grow up in contentious environments, more times than not, will develop ADHD, anxiety and depression. I can attest to this study’s findings.

So, in one respect, my kids might grow up and regard me in an unflattering way, but they will also grow up without having had witnessed any fighting in their formative years.

If I had any advice to give new parents, it would have to do with that. There’s never a good reason to expose small children to that kind of low vibrational behavior. There is no reason to set them up for failure in life.

I know for a fact that I was always learning less than my classmates who had stable homes to grow up in.

As I reflect on these experiences—the pain of separation from my girls alongside the healing joy of finding true partnership with Julie—I've come to understand that love isn't just something we feel, but something we practice daily. Just like the negative habits that can consume us, we can choose to cultivate habits of gratitude, kindness, and presence.

While I cannot change the past or how my children may view me someday, I can continue breaking cycles of contention and cultivating peace in the relationships I have now. Perhaps that's the greatest gift any parent can offer: not perfection, but the willingness to grow, to heal, and to create spaces where love flows freely without the static of conflict.

On this Mother's Day, I celebrate all who nurture with intention and compassion—and I remain grateful for second chances and new beginnings.