How to Know You’re Raising a Cosmic Child.
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I was awakened when I had my first child. It was almost as if I had been asleep my whole life.
I had almost forgotten what it was like to be a youngling, once so vulnerable and toppled over by a vicious and hardened world.
Here, a precious babe slept in my bosom and I felt… deeply troubled. He was so fragile, but not in a physical way. He responded to the slightest touch with a whimper. It’s almost as if, even when it was quiet in our home, there was some looming presence I could not quite trace that lurked in and invaded our peace.
As my child(ren) grows, it seems they’re in an endless battle for their health. Like this world is too much for their bodies to process.
Their sleep, disrupted and disturbing. Each of them waking at the witching hour, screaming from their bellies. The nightmares, their experiences, night and day, intense, and seemingly terrible.
I’d rack my brain for all the things going wrong. I’d berate myself over the things I was doing wrong. Was the temperature of the room okay? Are my children safe? Are the lights too bright? Is the environment overstimulating? Is this blanket soft enough? Are these clothes constricting? Is he understimulated? Does he need music, white noise, or silence? Was I feeding them the right foods?
Why did things feel so… off?
Why is it everything ‘I’ did felt so wrong?
I racked my brain for months. He was growing well and appeared healthy, yet I could see it, in his eyes, feel it in his heart this human experience was just not joyful for him.
My experience as a parent seemed to be different from those around me. I felt alone.
Had I done something wrong?
In pregnancy? Delivery?
In his first few months?
After three very different births, ranging from C-section to natural birth, I began to recognize that none of that made much difference. The further I lived into my parenthood, the more I began to stand firm in what was happening.
I had given life to three very different but very sensitive souls.
And when you birth a highly sensitive child, you give birth to a cosmic being who sees, feels, hears, and experiences the world much differently from others around them.
None of these things truly ever boiled into the core of our experience; highly sensitives are just that: sensitive to the environment and people around them.
Many highly sensitive and cosmic kids are processing an incomprehensible amount of ancestral, past-life and environmental trauma.
They are born carrying the truth of their ancestors in their very blood. Living out cosmic tales of stories left untold. They hear the voices of the ancients drumming in their veins. They bring forth galactic material condensed into bodily form.
Which is why the drip of a faucet can be so triggering.
Which is why a room too quiet or too loud can create meltdown conditions.
Which is why it feels as if you are going crazy on an endless quest to understand your child and figure out what works for them.
Unspoken words lingering from people’s mouths can be heard in the ears of a sensitive person.
They see since there is much more going on inside of them and in the worlds around them.
Their depth of being and capacity for infinite possibilities alone can be a lot to manage as a parent.
We are tired. We have been seeking out answers and understanding since our precious babes emerged from our womb space.
Not only have we lost sleep trying to soothe the ache of the sensitive child, but we too are adjusting to what it means to nurture their tender hearts.
Raising a highly sensitive usually means living in high-intensity homes. This is neither bad nor good, it just contributes to the unspoken exhaustion that hums in our achy hearts.
We are managing the impossible task of raising sensitive babes, while at the same time (re)activating or awakening our own sensitivities. Because the truth is, and what I had to understand was, if it exists in my child, it exists in me too.
But for one reason or another, I had to bury away my sensitivities and extrasensory abilities in order to survive.
Our children ignite our inner truth, and all we can do is hold on tight while we reintroduce ourselves to those parts we released so long ago.
The good news is, this is the star blossom that bursts forth from the places that went dark in us long ago, and threads us into a deep soul connection with our babes. And once we move into a space of acceptance, we can begin to validate our inner knowing. The sensitive tender creature we cradle is also the same bundle of sweetness that resides in our very bones. When we fall in love with this, we fall in love with the cosmic kid who got lost inside of us so long ago.
With each passing day, we are only beginning to understand what it means to raise a highly sensitive child.
It can be overwhelming for us as parents, as humans. We do the best we can, but some days it can take so much for us to show up.
But we’re learning.
And it’s not just about showing up for our kids in meaningful ways, it’s also a feeling… this knowing that something deeper and menacing is at play.
We have this seemingly irrational fear our children will be swept out from under us in their sleep. We are terrified they are being stolen from our very arms.
And now, not only do we recognize the dynamic and infinite being wrapped in human flesh, but we’re aware that this star beam that illuminates the world around them could be snatched up and swallowed whole at any moment, perhaps just as it did when we were small.
We feel like we’re on a quest, to seek out answers, to understand the way this story plays out in the peculiar uniqueness that is our child. It can feel terrifying and menacing. We can feel frightened and confused.
Doctors, teachers and even maybe our spouses don’t really seem to be much help. We are dismissed, told “this is normal”.
But it doesn’t feel normal.
Our intuition pulses to the surface. We know it’s there because we see it, we feel it.
Deep down, the fear grows as our children are revealing themselves to us more every day. And we fear we are just not enough to parent it.
We are terrified we are not enough as mothers.
We recognize there is much more going on here, and that relentless dagger that twists and turns in our stomach makes us feel that we are not quite mom enough to raise our child(ren).
But this is simply untrue.
Rest assured, your child is a star map leading you to the inner treasure that shake and quakes its way into reality.
A window to the soul.
He comes bearing gifts that remind you, there is so much more to life and the artistry of parenthood than meets the eye.
Follow your mom-tuiton down the path that leads you home to yourself, and to your child.
Trust in their unique expression.
Allow yourself to fall down, down, down into the world of your sensitive child.
They come with stories to tell.
They come with gifts to bear.
They bring with them a soul path to live into.
And you, dear mother, are the medicine woman who will protect this sweet babe, with nourishment and powerful, as you sing them home to their greatest most limitless self.
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Robin Lynn or ‘The Mommy Healer’ works one-on-one with moms, women, and children to help bridge understanding between relationships and families who are raising neurodivergent, empathic, and highly sensitive children. For more information on how to book a session, follow Robin on TikTok, Facebook, or Instagram.
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