Back in July this year I was on holiday with my mum at my parents\u2019 villa in Alicante. I awoke before dawn, as is my habit these days, and lay there in my bed, listening to the sounds of the countryside: a dog barking; cicadas buzzing in the trees; a cockerel heralding the new day. In my room, the aircon hummed methodically.<\/p>\n
I thought about my life: about how I arrived at this place, in this room, at this moment, alone with my thoughts. I pondered how far I\u2019ve come in this past decade: from a place of extreme sadness, fear, helplessness, anger and injustice, to the current feelings of strength, wisdom, contentedness, acceptance and peace. I had been unable to change my fate: the inability to have a child. So, slowly but surely, over time – in stages so tiny and gradual as to be almost imperceptible until I look back at them retrospectively over this lengthy period – I came to terms with my situation.<\/p>\n
I can finally see all the great things that I am, rather than focusing on that one thing I\u2019m not: a mother. And I thought that sharing this seismic shift in perception might be useful to someone else currently struggling to see a future and find a way out of that dark maze of pain. So I sat up in my bed and wrote this poem. Always remember: you are unique, special and worthy. You are enough. You will get through this, and come out stronger than you ever thought possible. You will not only survive; you will thrive<\/em>.<\/p>\n Badass Superstar<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll never be a mother<\/p>\n Is a statement that has taken<\/p>\n A decade for me to speak aloud<\/p>\n And even now, I\u2019m shaken.<\/p>\n Sometimes the thought pops into my head<\/p>\n That I\u2019m no longer someone\u2019s wife<\/p>\n I never thought that \u2018divorcee\u2019<\/p>\n Would become my title in life.<\/p>\n But instead of dwelling on what I\u2019m not<\/p>\n I list all the things I am:<\/p>\n A sister, aunty, boss, daughter and friend<\/p>\n Who answers simply to the name of \u2018Sam.’<\/p>\n I\u2019m a lover of life, a writer<\/p>\n I crave adventure; parties; fun<\/p>\n Dancing and travelling are my favourite things<\/p>\n I\u2019m a free spirit; a party of one.<\/p>\n So don\u2019t focus on the things you\u2019re not<\/p>\n Instead remember what you are.<\/p>\n You\u2019ve survived through all life\u2019s highs and lows<\/p>\n You\u2019re a badass superstar.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n www.costaricachica1.blogspot.<\/a> Follow me:<\/strong><\/p>\n Twitter:\u00a0@SamanthaWalsh76<\/a>\u00a0(lifeabirdseyeview) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Back in July this year I was on holiday with my mum at my parents\u2019 villa in Alicante. I awoke before dawn, as is my habit these days, and lay there in my bed, listening to the sounds of the countryside: a dog barking; cicadas […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2902,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[536,533,537],"tags":[586,16,965,964,963,966],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\nSam x<\/h3>\n
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