<\/a><\/p>\nYes, hard to believe I am actually going to post this. Actually admitting that I am going to turn 50 this year is a huge step for me. But, I must say that today, somehow and in some strange way, I am proud to say that this is simply a number and yes , that will be my age.<\/p>\n
Today, I bless the fact that I have personally grown so much over these last few years and that as I walk toward this number in a few months, I know in my heart of hearts that it truly is a celebration of life. A celebration that I am a very healthy woman. I have energy that is difficult for most people to keep up with as I dance until 4am and I am not afraid to embrace my sexuality as a woman. I am an independent, fun-spirited, vulnerable and loving woman who embraces life. Do I get scared when new things appear? yes, absolutely! Do I say, “Bring It On!” Absolutely! After all, I am my mothers daughter and she is the strongest woman I know! <\/p>\n
As I embrace, the woman I am today, I am reminded of a poem that my mother wrote me when I turned 13 years old:<\/p>\n
My Daughter’s Courage<\/em><\/p>\n To live each day, with it’s contstant onslaught on our being, <\/em> takes Courage<\/em><\/p>\n To endure, to persevere in the face of pain and adversity, take <\/em> the strength of a mountain.<\/em><\/p>\n It stands firm in the buffeting of snow and winds and rain.<\/em><\/p>\n To stop fighting, to loosen your grasp on Courage would be for you,<\/em> to die a little, to stop living. <\/em><\/p>\n For you it would be as the shore line, eroded by the tide as it washes over it.<\/em> Lost forever – never to return to its place.<\/em><\/p>\n Courage, my dearest daughter, can only be drawn, from the hills we climb<\/em> over and overcome each moment.<\/em><\/p>\n As we conquer them, we build for ourselves <\/em> <\/em> A Mountain<\/em><\/p>\n Strong and Sure<\/em><\/p>\n A Mountain <\/em> <\/em> Called our Lives.<\/em><\/p>\n Keep climbing my Darling<\/em><\/p>\n Love Mom <\/p>\n
Thank you Mom, for your unending love and strength.<\/p>\n
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Yes, hard to believe I am actually going to post this. Actually admitting that I am going to turn 50 this year is a huge step for me. But, I must say that today, somehow and in some strange way, I am proud to say that this is simply a number and yes , that will be my age. Today, I bless the fact that I have personally grown so much over these last few years and that as I walk toward this number in a few months, I know in my heart of hearts that it truly is a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-231","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n
The Beauty of Discovering Oneself at 50, A Poem from My Mother - Kimberley Barker<\/title>\n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n\t \n\t \n\t \n