Nice

My mom's name is Eunice.

I always thought it was a nice name,

and that it fit her, because she is, well, quite a nice person.

Plus she's a Minnesotan, and you know what they say about them...

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Recently someone who doesn't know anyone else in my family except me,

made a comment about my 'you-ness'.

I thought that was such a sweet thing to say and it kept rolling around in my head.

Then it hit me for the first time in my 37 years I've known my mother...

my Eu-nice!

It has been an enlightening journey discovering, honoring, and claiming

the parts of me that have the essence of her in them too.

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Another friend speaks of all of what we receive from our birth parents as

fertile soil from which to grow.

I believe that to be true

whatever our current, past, or future relationship may be with them,

and that it's much larger than what the relationship is/was in the physical.

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Oh what joy is to be found in simply witnessing our collective you-ness!