A Soul Letter for My Sons

This is a letter I wrote to my sons — and to anyone who’s remembering through therapy, music, or simply choosing themselves for the first time. The soul remembers in many ways. Your path is sacred, exactly as it is.

My beloved boys,

There is something I want you to know. Something I hope you feel in your bones, even if you never hear these words out loud.

You don’t have to awaken the way I did.

You don’t need to speak with guides or remember your star names. You don’t have to believe in dimensions or timelines or any of the words I use to find my way.

Your path is sacred even if it doesn’t look like mine.

If you love deeper than the ones before you, If you protect the innocent, If you learn to breathe through what once would have broken you —

Then you are awakening.

If therapy helps, use it. If building something with your hands brings peace, trust it. If music softens your pain, let it. If talking to your plants so they feel loved & listened to, then talk.

The soul doesn’t need you to be mystical. It needs you to be real.

There is no hierarchy in how we remember. There is only truth.

And your truth, my sons, is more than enough.

I will always hold the door open — not to make you walk through mine, but so you can find yours.

Love always,

Mom