baby Timmy Elijah Love
I must say that I am enjoying observing mama and new baby Timmy Elijah from my lofty perch. It warms my heart to see her genuinely smile again. My transition was hard for mama and it took her a few weeks to fully grasp the bigger picture of my existence and my exit from her physical realm.
Just like all of you, I am an eternal soul with lessons to teach, lessons to learn and a purpose. My earthly purpose was chosen before I was ever birthed, and I knew who I would have as my mama.
When I first came into mama’s life she desperately needed a guardian angel to affirm her life and bring her back to herself. Those times were so difficult for her then, that she required her angel to be tangible (and preferably furry) to make her believe again… in herself and in the benevolence of the Universe. Little did she know, I fully understood this and I had a mission.
My earthly life seems short to some, but I accomplished more than many souls do in a lengthier stay. Mama needed inspiration to make some major changes in her life and to get her through some very difficult circumstances. Atticus to the rescue!
Through my love and encouragement mama started to find herself again. I helped her find the strength to leave an abusive marriage (note: the abuser actually kicked me a few times and I think this put mama’s world in better perspective for her). There was no way she would allow someone to hurt me, and we escaped.
Reminding mama of her worth and confidence took a little time, as those qualities had been eroded by an angry, hurtful husband. It’s hard for many to understand how a woman with great successes under her belt and a bounty of loving friends could find herself in such a marriage. But these things happen and these types of relationships are slow to reveal the insidiousness of the abuser.
Safely away from harm, the next hurdle was helping mama through the death of her beloved father. And then assisting her to regain her entrepreneurial spirit and her unique voice. I certainly had a mission, and I accomplished it on all fronts.
My job was actually complete a year ago and for a full year I found myself in precarious health situations, ready for my departure. Mama wasn’t ready for me to leave and she valiantly fought to keep me here. But it was my time. My mission had been fulfilled and I am needed elsewhere.
Sporting my angel look while on earth
Happily, mama now fully understands that I was on a mission and she is eternally grateful for the years we spent together. I smile and wag as I watch her pour her love into little Timmy, Wilbur and Bella, knowing fully that I am always with her as well.
Furry mission fulfilled!
