~Mentors~
I think that having lost my Mum at such a pivotal time in my life (I was twelve) I’ve clung on to strong female role models to help guide me through life. I am so fortunate to have at least three women who’ve nurtured me and helped me grow in different areas of my life.
In high school I was fortunate to have a teacher that helped keep me afloat when I was facing some challenges. She was there to listen to me. She was supportive. She went far beyond the call of duty. She’d write me sayings/quotes to carry with me and I still have a little bag with all the slips of papers that she’d given to me my last year ofhighschool. On of the most influential poems being Portia Nelson autobiography in 5 short chapters….
I
“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.”
This teacher helped me start on the journey down another street but it wasn’t easy and I fought it, and sometimes her hand, tooth and nail. We lost touch after I graduated but I will forever be grateful for the care that she showed to me.
I’m also grateful to a colleague and friend of mine. She helped me find my voice. She got me interested in helping the community. She taught me (and many others) a new way of thinking. She lit the fire of activism in my heart. I talked to people I never thought I’d talk to and took part in activities that I never would have seen my meek little self taking part in. I thank her for showing me the bigger picture and helping me be a part of it for change and for others.
Finally, I have to give thanks to a friend and colleague of mine who was nurturing in the way of a mother and gave me the gentle touch (as a professional body work therapist) that I was so craving in my life. With this work I feel like I was finally able to heal the part of me that was crying out for a mother to love me. While she helped me see how I was clinging to mother figures she was also aware enough to kick me out of the nest so to speak and to my surprise I landed on my own two feet so much better than I thought I would. There’s no way I’ll forget some of the e-mails she’s sent me and I’d sent her (I swear she’s so cool that she was totally down with me talking BIG to her in one memorable e-mail that made me grow up about 5 years in 10 minutes….man, it felt good!) Thank you, my friend.
I hope that all girls (and boys, too) out there have a couple people in their lives that will be willing to stand by them through good and bad and ugly. Mentors can make such a difference in someone’s lives. I also hope that I have the opportunity to reach out and touch another as these three phenomenal ladies have touch me.