meditation – Millennial Mom

Deeper Than My Grief: Hi My Name is Tea

Finding my inner peace on sacred land in Sedona, AZ… PRICELESS!

On my course of learning to live my life again, after surviving one of the most traumatic events in my life, I discovered so much about what healing is and is not. I had no idea that through efforts to mend my broken heart and accept that my soulmate is physically gone forever and never coming back, I would end up where I am today. More and more I see that life is such an enigma. As ugly and as painful as this healing venture has been, I now see it as something just as beautiful, for the ways in which it has shaped me for a brighter future… for a brighter me.

In a world where change is inevitable, I try to assure that finding my breath and rhythm daily is a constant. It’s the one thing that keeps me centered. Outdoor meditation on a road trip this past summer (2022)- Geneva State Park, Ohio

Healing is not linear.

Healing is not easy.

Healing is not a one-and-done process.

Healing is a life-long commitment.

Healing is ugly.

Healing is beautiful.

Healing is transformative.

Healing is deep-rooted.

Healing is a complete undoing.

Healing is leaving no stone unturned.

Healing is a choice made by the bravest.

Healing has bases.

Healing requires that we do or we do not.

Healing requires that we go all the way.

Healing leaves us bare, vulnerable, forever changed.

Healing is why we are here.

On a recent visit to a beach in Ohio, my baby girl taught me the spiritual meaning of stacking cairns… to create balance, to showcase our gratitude, to remember important experiences, places, and loved ones, and for prosperous and intentional paths. Pictured here is my first stone structure… picture perfect 🤍

In discovering these truths about healing, I tried to outline a more dedicated routine for myself. Through daily practices of prayer, journaling, meditation, breath work, and clearing of my inner energy over the last 2.5 years, I began to uncover many things hidden in my subconscious. Truths about myself that were shocking to me in a state of consciousness all came to light. Things that my mind amazingly disguised for years as if they never happened and things that were very painful to face, finally became ones that I could no longer run from. In December of 2021, I experienced what some would call a nervous breakdown. All that I unveiled was overwhelming for me. A relative whom I am now estranged from said it was my karma. Maybe so, but I am not certain of this. I say that this unraveling was a spiritual experience of a breakthrough bound to happen, from years and years of always pushing myself to overcome and survive, while sweeping the things that hurt me the most into the darkest corners of my mind. After making a personal commitment to broadening my spiritual practices in ways unlike ever before, I believe my mind, body, and soul shifted more into alignment, craving a deeper level of personal truth. Holistically, I was ready for a commitment to true change and healing that would shake my entire existence. And on December 10th, 2021, I believe my guides took me on the wildest ride of my life to break down walls and beliefs that formed over a period of years, causing me to operate from a place of survival rather than living from a place authentic to my purpose. But we must live to learn, and I now accept that this was all a part of a greater process.

During this breakthrough I connected with lost loved ones whom I never knew much about before. I learned about some of my spiritual gifts passed down to me through generations. I watched myself through childhood experiences and made sense of things that always felt foreign to me. I identified earthly blockages puppeteering me through life. And I ultimately endured what the spiritually attuned would describe as a massive download or spiritual ceremony. Looking back, I know that it was all a mix of bizarre, comical, and concerning happenings for outsiders looking in. Medical professionals would question if it was a chemically induced trip or psychosis. If you’ve never navigated such an experience, these words likely translate to foreign language. Working in mental health has given me theoretical perspectives of these kind of mind shifts. But living through this opened my eyes to the connections between spiritual realms and psyche that I am now eager to explore more. My experience was one of the most mind-blowing things that I have ever encountered but, I now trust that these ventures are real! All in all, I awoke at the end of all of this in a hospital bed trying to find the right words to help someone viewing my case clinically, understand that I was ok… trying to find strength to tell myself that it would all be ok. I’m grateful that my higher power and mother universe always has the most divine plan and led me in the right direction to recover from such an experience. I was happy to return home safely to my babies, knowing what alternative outcomes could have been.

On my first day back home following my hospital discharge, I felt that I was being afforded an opportunity to begin a completely “new life”. A life of deeper practices, with complete disconnect from hinderances, and a complete letting go of everything and anyone that interfered with my true purpose. Everything around me was the same but my perspective had shifted drastically. I was afraid and vulnerable and everything that I once knew, was no more. I was tempted to choose comfort and familiarity over change because I desperately wanted to feel safe. It was here that I realized that my healing journey would require that I venture deeper than my grief. My healing journey needed to touch on my childhood, my beliefs, my survival habits, my ego, the constructs surrounding the way in which I viewed myself, and all of my traumas that impact every aspect of my being. Again, all of this was quite frightening to think of initially. But after overcoming a 5-day mental health hospital stay while “out of my mind”, not knowing what would come next, I thought to myself that the only thing that could be worse than sitting with what I now knew/felt and doing some deep-rooted healing, was sitting with it and doing nothing at all, continuing on in the same way. For what is life if we do not strive for truth? A fallacy. What is life if we do not commit to overcoming the circumstances we are born into? In my mind, a waste.

I continue to find the greatest sense of peace and healing in nature, near bodies of water. This summer I ventured on a road trip with my babies, chasing waterfalls and good eats. This was a creek in Asheville, NC where we enjoyed grounding and listening to the sounds of natural water flow and all of nature at work.

And so, I continued my daily meditation practices, venturing into new forms including kundalini and past life meditations. I attended my first retreat without a group of friends with whom I was familiar. I began reading various texts on the subject matters of healing, spirituality, chakras, and trauma. In the spring of 2022, I took things a step further and sought out a therapist for added support through all of this. I was quite specific in my prayers about the type of professional I was seeking. Although I participated in talk therapy in the past, my intentions this time around were very different. I was fortunate to have been connected with a woman and practitioner who embodied much of what I was looking for. Her poise and genuine nature touched my soul in such an unexpected way in a relatively short period of time. She is someone new in my life who has guided me into deeper self-reflection and the rebuilding of my life; a compassionate soul whose skills are allowing us both to witness years-worth of transformation happening week after week.

I recently awoke with a desire to share this part of my story for a number of reasons. From my personal experiences, I truly understand how difficult it can be to jumpstart one’s healing voyage when afraid, carrying heavy burdens, feeling unsure of where to start, or when not surrounded by supports/acquaintances on a similar path. So, I share my story as an example of where and when my current path began. I also continue to share my hardships because I repeatedly find gems and beauty in life processes that are downright ugly. That for me is both growth and a blessing… one of the biggest rewards in all of this. I live more and more in a space of peace and gratitude as I progress along my path. Not because things in my life are perfect; not because I live my life without flaw; not because my reality is exactly as I have dreamed it. But because I now possess greater clarity to see that the person I was yesterday, is different from the person I am today. I see tremendous growth from things that once hindered me. I now face things that I ran from in the past, with grace and bravery. And that gives me hope. Hope that I do not have to simply exist, survive, and accept what I was born into. Hope that I can design the life of my dreams with boundaries and safety, speaking life into all that I want, embracing all that I am, and surrounding myself with people and things that uplift me. I feel anew with this level of acceptance and understanding. It is something in my life worthy of celebrating. And before I share a little more about this new version of me, it’s only fitting that I formally introduce the new me. Hi, my name is Tanisha (Tea) Pakanayeva. I’m a resilient soul unapologetically me, who is hopeful, healing, and finding greater happiness every day.

Meditation and waterfalls in Indianapolis, summer 2022

Their little eyes are always watching… Abe copying and Bree capturing. I strive to make them proud!
Outdoor meditation, West Virginia, summer 2022

Embracing the way in which my healing journey has taken me deeper than my grief, has brought me closer to the woman that I know I am destined to be. It is somewhat unfortunate that through the greatest loss of my life, I learned so much about myself, but I accept it. I have uncovered things that have freed me, things that I am no longer ashamed of, things that no one can hold above me because I have committed to facing all of my own stuff head on. This new version of me is one that I have hoped to find all my life. I am empowered, I am powerful, and I am a symbol of change. And with change comes discomfort. Sadly this new version of me now leaves some in a place of discord because I cannot and will no longer try to fit certain molds. And to that discontent I say may we be thankful for the memories and move forward making new ones on different paths. This new version of me allows me to be all that I need to be for myself without seeking out a crutch or a savior to protect me from what is painful. I can commit to being a better mother to my children who are two souls who deserve this growth and elevation of me more than anyone. And altogether, I know that this new walk in my power, with continued transparency about my struggles and triumphs will serve to light the torch for someone inspired by my journey to know that they can begin theirs too.

Two books that have captivated my attention over the last few months

There is no official guidebook to healing and if there is anything that I can say as words of advice, it would be go deep. Leave nothing unturned. Be brave. Do it with your all or don’t. This is how I commit to continue chugging along on this ride, ready for a restart or revision whenever necessary. Thank you for following!

I dedicate this write to my spiritual tribe who has given me a sense of belonging on a flight that has at times felt so lonely; to my children who give me my greatest hope to keep going every day; to my daughter and best friend who through thick and thin loves me unwaveringly and who is open to finding truth together; to my friends who consistently make room for me in their lives giving me opportunity to navigate this difficult road with love, compassion, and support; and to my dearest love and late husband Ilya who dedicated what he could to loving me like no other during his time here, before I truly learned what it was to love myself. Thank you! I am forever grateful to you all.

I hope that this piece has touched the heart of at least one. May we commit to our individual healing daily and never lose sight of true purpose. Until my next write, love and light to the world.

xoxo,

Tea

And if I do not set out to accomplish anything else in this life, becoming their mother was my greatest accomplishment of all. A’Bree Inez and A’Brahm ILian, I love you with all of me.

My Dearest Love Ilya (Pt. I)💔

For 5-years, you brought me flowers every chance you had. After our nuptials, it became routine on Fridays before sundown. On the day that I returned the gesture, your smiling face and warm hands were unable to receive them from me. Here I stay, carrying on without you with a broken heart. Ilya, I.L.Y.A., I’ll Love You Always, forever your wife 😢

It’s been 678 days since I last blogged! Life has been relentless… with trial after trial happening to, I mean for me. Maybe you know by now or maybe this write will carry some new news. Whatever the case, the last 477 days have been the most torturous and painful days of my existence.

12/24/2019 was the worst day of my life. On that morning, I answered a call that no wife should ever have to receive. “Ilya is dead! And so my journey of mourning commenced. My dearest love Ilya was found deceased on a street in NYC and no one had any answers. In efforts to not relive that moment again, I will refrain from describing it now. As I try to healthily work through the mountain of emotions that plague my mind daily, I’ll keep the details about my love’s death out of this piece and future writes until I’m better. What I will say is that my heart is shattered, the world has been so unkind, and I was pushed to find a new way to survive alone; without the one person who I believed to be my person… my soulmate, the man I would live out the rest of my days with. I guess the heavens said otherwise and here I stay trying to cope.

Unless you walk this walk of grieving the loss of a spouse, you could never fully understand it. It gets ugly, competitive, territorial, unempathetic; creates a feeling of doom for the people who live it and discomfort for those who watch. It becomes increasingly painful and downright lonely. As a griever, I felt that I was out of sight and out of mind for months. As Ilya’s wife, I felt that my grief was often measured and viewed to be not as bad as the parents or relatives. “But he was my son”, “but we knew him longer”, “but this is not your culture” “but your daughter is not his daughter”… just a few of the dismissive and insensitive comments that met me days into my grief journey. Forced to learn a culture I did not grow up in, without my dearest love to guide me; judged because of the color of my skin and my customs; excluded for reasons that were purely evil; embarrassed; humiliated; blamed; lied on… shall I go on? I could continue but the energy escapes me each time I recount the last year and half of my life. As the one living this new existence, it initially seemed that it was my burden to carry and no one else could fathom what I felt. Most people went back to their daily routines and old habits minutes after my love’s young but tired body was placed in the ground. My children and I were left stuck in a painful place in time where it felt like life was not worth living.

October of 2019… family photos at a beautiful home in the country when life seemed grand and our hearts were full. We had no clue what was about to shake our home in the holiday season of 2019 💔

I one day decided to find an improved and healthier way to grieve after my “mini me” said to me “mom please do something to feel better, I hate seeing you like this.” Her voice triggered something within me and maternal instinct helped me realize that my pain was harming my children. I knew that I had to save myself and my children because no one was coming to be our savior. The one person that consistently gave us unwavering love and protection was now gone. Today I find myself in a new and unfamiliar place. I am vulnerable and learning this version of Tea now. Each day I dedicate small amounts of time to journal this journey as my story will one day be told in full detail. For now, it carries so much pain that I am only capable of blurbs and rambles. There is so much to share about losing my dearest love from receiving the news, to a messy police investigation, to the burial and religious process, to the COVID-19 impact on the investigation and grieving process, to family scandal, to the mass exodus of friends, to signs from Ilya; and the path to healing my soul with my children’s gentleness and love, and Ilya’s love and spiritual guidance from beyond the veil. I have compiled my thoughts, painful experiences, and letters into what will be a book published in 2022, titled Grief Games: A Widow’s Story of Pain & Abandonment (part 1 of a 5 part series). I have also shared my story via different platforms including Instagram (@amillennial_mom) connecting with people who can relate and those who sit in shock. My children, writing, meditation, faith, and social connection with new souls has been my saving grace during this time.

I never saw this day coming… the death of my love or the aftermath. After 477 days without my dearest love Ilya, his life, our life, this life makes so much more sense. Although I continue to grieve, I can say that I have pulled myself out of the darkest time in my life and continue to work daily to find the light. This will indeed be a process for the rest of my life and I will share my story to help at least one person through the process of surviving the death of a loved one. It is very clear to me now that many people fail to survive the grief journey for it is torturous, unpredictable, lonely, dark, and unending. In my case, I’m convinced that I have found strength to carry on with my love watching over and Hashem guiding the way. For I now see light (hope) at the end of this dark place and commit to waking up every day to finish this race. My pain and struggle are not in vain and my experience is for me and for someone else to learn and grow from. Even with a shattered heart, I am dedicated to doing what I have been called to do: bring healing to masses.

A beautiful gift that holds some beautiful memories… it is a designated place for our littles to write their feelings when they are ready. It will soon hold A’Bree’s first publication… *Dear Papa* 💜

I’m not sure what is to come next… in life, for this blog… anything. But I am working each day to just get through each moment. As I can and when I can, I will share more of our story. Until then, I commit to healing my soul so that I can heal my children, so that together we can spread an abundance of love and healing to the world; just like Papa would have wanted us to do. There are one too many hurt people hurting people these days and our life story and grief journey is symbolic of that. Stay tuned for the continuation of this series. Until next time….

Love & light to the world,

Tea

The Day a Stranger Fed My Soul: feedback from a follower

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Why is it that we learn the most about a person’s impact on the world after they die? I started to think more and more about this following the death of rapper Nipsey Hussel. To be honest, I had no clue about who he was prior to his death. I only knew who he was after my cousin told me the news and referred to him as “Lauren London’s boyfriend”. Then for weeks as the world prepared to say their last goodbyes to Hussel, I witnessed how many people were truly touched by/mourning his death; celebrities and common-folk alike. I also learned about all of the amazing things that he did for his community and I was inspired. Now this piece is not at all about the latest news in Hip-hop culture. It is however, about the need for us as a people to tell our friends, our loved ones, or even a stranger how they touch our lives… while they exist with us here on earth. This was my experience twice in the past week (this happened in April) where I was on the receiving end of feedback. First happening during a “catch-up” date with a dear friend. My friend opened up to me about the way she viewed me and how I inspired her, and I cried. Hearing what she felt about me was different, a little uncomfortable, and heartwarming all at the same time.

And here’s my gal Nicole… or Kneecole as I often call her. A close friend of many years whom I’ve shared the realest chats with. She can be a little on the shy side so I hope she doesn’t mind me sharing her with you. But she’s been a great support to me for many years, during my toughest times, and I’d scream it from a roof top lol 💙 This is us mingling with the locals on a girls trip in Belize, Fall 2018.

Following the date with my friend, I asked myself why I felt any discomfort during our chat. After all we have been close friends since childhood. I came to realize that I felt weird about receiving positive feedback because I don’t get such genuine recognition enough. I also cried because my friend’s words spoke to my soul and in summary told me to keep pushing because I was doing something right. For some time I have asked mother universe, what is my purpose? who do people understand me to be? and what mark will I leave on the world when my body leaves this earth? Very deep questions, I know but I cannot carry-on in this life without confirmation. And my interaction with my friend was just that. Recently, mother universe again sent me what I asked for…. soul food and feedback; coming by way of a complete stranger in my inbox. The writer wrote:

Tanisha,

I just read your latest post and you are amazing. I first read one of your posts around 2 years ago. I was at one of the lowest points in my life. At that point I had been teaching for about 18 years. I loved the children I taught for years, and for years that kept me there. Then my job started affecting my life and my parenting. One morning when I was really feeling helpless I read your blog about giving everything up and traveling with your daughter. It gave me hope.

Through all my years (in our hometown), I knew your dad. It took me awhile to make the connection. When I saw his picture with your daughter the other day I figured out you were his daughter. Through my 18 years I would see your dad and he always spoke of you. He was always so proud of you and your accomplishments. The year I read your blog I started therapy and gained enough confidence to look for another job after 18 years. I ended up getting a position I love, 6 minutes from my house. I am happy and love my profession again. One day, my son was running a (track & field) meet. I saw your dad and we caught up for awhile. I told him I was looking for a job and he was talking about you and when you used to run. He cheered so loudly for my son that day and my son ran his best race ever. He never reached that time again. I have thought of that day and of you so often through the years. You do not know me, but just know that your words, confidence, and risk taking has made me make huge changes in my life. Thank you for that. I admire your courage!! I also wanted you to know how proud of you, your dad has always been.”

Receiving this message made my week and changed my life. It told me to keep going and so I shall. I end this post with a special message to my friends, family, and followers: tell the people around you what they mean to you! If you have a meaningful experience with a stranger, let them know. We are here for reasons greater than what we think and our interactions with one another help to bring clarity regarding our strengths and the paths that we should travel in life. Our gifts are made to touch others in a special way. What we do or should be doing should be for reasons other than recognition or financial l gain. Here on Millennial Mom, I share my gift of writing and coaching with you. I encourage you to journey through life with purpose! And be true to yourself and that purpose. And last, I advise you not to show up to my funeral crying and carrying on about what I meant to you, if you never told me while I’m here… I’ll call you out lol. I hope someone enjoyed this write. Let me know your thoughts by dropping a comment. Stay tuned and until next time…

Xoxo,

Millennial Mom

Raising a Mindful Child: Meditation

40- minute “Mommy and Me” Morning Meditation… start em young!

In my role as a mother, a big part of what I try to teach my oldest little one is mindfulness. A heightened sense of awareness when it comes to her thoughts, feelings, and physical body is something I believe to be so important for healthy development and her survival. Had I learned this concept and its importance at a tender age, I’m sure it would have changed my life. However, I am grateful that I can now teach this virtue to my children as a tool for them to better navigate through this journey called life. And this for me is one of the beauties of parenting; being able to choose what values I share with my children and being able to give them things I may have missed out on.

In recent years, with the things I see happening in the world around me I feel an overwhelming responsibility to raise children who are consciously aware of themselves; the only thing that they are able to control in this life. As a parent who owns this responsibility and understands its importance, I hope to be growing just a few more good people to contribute to the goodness of the world… goodness knows we need more of them!! There are constantly things happening around us that are disheartening, anxiety stirring, and simply difficult to understand. However, it is my belief that we can improve our interactions in the world with our perspective; one that is realistic and in tune. We gain such frame of mind only when we are one with ourselves; and I aim to help my “mini me” understand this idea through Mindfulness Meditation.

We first started this mindfulness mission three years ago… and have had mediation sessions in the cutest places.

Now, the most important part of this blog entry is the “how to meditate with littles”. I know anyone reading this will understand my why for this practice but I hope someone will grasp the how, and be inspired to try it.

The magic of meditation can happen anywhere… by the pool, on a stool, in school!!!! I challenge her to practice it everywhere.

Meditation for us didn’t start out as mediation as first. I mean how can you get a 6-year old (now 9-years) to sit still for 40-minutes without them fidgeting and their mind running rampant? Nearly impossible right?! So what did we do? We dedicated time to what I call “Focused Chats” where we spoke about things such as feelings, thoughts, and how these things influence what we actually do. We would try short periods of silence while being attentive to things we heard or felt in the moment. Following this practice, we would discuss how it made us feel. The creation of a space and opportunity for this practice of focused chatting excited my “mini me” and over time became something she did with no problem. As I introduced formal meditation, it seemed similar to the chats minus the actual speaking. Instead we focused on things such as our breathing, what we heard, and simply enjoyed being silent, still, and relaxed. We started out with our morning Mommy and Me Meditation where Bree would meditate for 7-minutes and then excuse herself if needed. Sometimes I’d be surprised to find that she was sitting still next to me when I opened my eyes. She has since told me that meditation takes her to a good place. I continue to teach her that if we are able to calm our minds (one of the most powerful things in our body) we are able to clear it. This in turn will lead us to better thoughts and behavior following meditation which is what we should strive for to help better ourselves. As mature as this sounds, my daughter grasped it!

In meditating with littles, you gotta get creative! Pick a funky pose, commit to it, and “calm out”.

Today we commit to meditation each morning at 8:30 am. We enhance our sessions by incorporating our oil diffuser with our favorite essential oils and some music for different types of energy typically found on YouTube. We are blessed to be building the life and journey that we want but it’s not always smooth sailing. Life for us is at times crazy, frustrating, and confusing. In the midst of living it, it’s easy to let our minds take us away and run the show. However, we work to calm, clear, and control our minds when we are not allowing it wander and imagine. We are no meditation gurus but we are learning daily and loving what we have found. Meditation is one more tool in our belt that we need as we journey to arrive at genuine happiness and purpose. I challenge you to try it and let me know what it does for you!

She’s a dreamer… and the mind of a dreamer requires its rest 💙

I’ll be sure to share more regarding our meditation practices in the near future so stayed tuned. Until next time…

Xoxo

Millennial Mom

A New Life Aligned: Meditation and Travel

An amazing shot I captured in Tulum, Mexico on a walk through the ruins

After years of much chaos and disorder in my life, I finally got to a point where things just seemed to fall into place. Although things did not happen over night and required significant changes on my behalf, life felt sweet minus the chaos I was familiar with. Sadly, after experiencing disappointment for so long it was sometimes hard for me to accept the blessings that were right in front of me. However, one year ago I vowed to begin training my mind to view my life’s journey differently. I ultimately learned that what is meant to be in this life will be; and found that our trials are just as valuable as our triumphs. And here I sit today so grateful to the universe for this new life aligned. I am appreciative for the new understanding I have found and content with the blessings in my world that encourage me to look forward to my days ahead. As I always say, I feel compelled to share my journey with those who seek motivation and liberation from similar struggles. I argue that change similar to what I have experienced is possible for anyone who makes the necessary adjustments. For me those adjustments included the introduction of meditation and travel into my life.

I personally made revisions in my life beginning with the way I viewed events both good and bad. I intensely trained my mind how to work through situations that were challenging without crashing or giving in when things didn’t go as I anticipated. I also worked hard to learn how to just be still; to settle my mind and realize that I am not always in control. Each day I remind myself to limit my obsession with control and to be open to whatever is to come. From these efforts I have been blessed with an inner peace that no one can take away from me; and blessed to now be journeying through life with more clarity. I cherish where I am today and the way in which I arrived here is something I will never forget. Meditation, self-reflection, re-evaluation of relationships/separation from negativity, and travel have been the biggest contributors to where I stand today.

Meditation has now become a valuable and significant part of my life. It is a routine that aids me to be more balanced and I believe it will ultimately help me to live a more a stable life. I turned to meditation when I realized that I was often anxious, lacking focus, and allowing stress to impact me physically and mentally. I learned to use meditation in all areas of my life not only when things were off, but also when things were going well as I not only yearned for balance but wanted to maintain it once I found it. Meditation for me has become a lifestyle. I now commit to use it to remain centered and to advance. In the past I was skeptical of people who were so pro-meditation but I have found that it is such a simplistic practice to better one’s life; a practice I wish I had incorporated into my life sooner.

Travel (extended) has been the biggest blessing for me and my family as well; particularly my little one. Sadly, we became so accustomed to a routine of work, work, work that we were overwhelmed and brainwashed to believe there was no other way. But I remember the day that we threw in the towel and started researching a better option to survive and also be happy. Ultimately we arrived at escaping the life and routine that exposed us to the pressures of the capitalist lifestyle and became adventurers. We were no longer chasing a dollar but instead following our hearts to live our dreams. We were able to connect again and experience life through a different lens. We met some amazing people abroad who were inspirations to us; people who taught us there is no one way to live life; people who proved that you can be happy with less; people who showed us that our dedication to family, love, and happiness is imperative. I am so happy that my family shared this experience and hope to soon return to it.

Like mother like daughter… taking a few moments to take in the beautiful sunset, Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

If you too feel that things in your world are off, you lack inner happiness/peace, and you yearn for a more stable mind, consider adjusting your outlook on things and re-training your mind. Step away from some of the routines you have become accustomed to that consume your energy and time, and try something new. Do what frees you… do what pleases you. The reality is we only get to do this thing called life once and the numerous factors that make this journey challenging, will only lead us to our end days wishing. I vow for this to not be my fate. So today I stand proud; so thankful for my struggles and understanding that I am a work in progress but I am grateful for this new life aligned.

Afternoon strolls by the beach and quality time, Big Corn Island, Nicaragua

This post is dedicated to the locals of the Philippines, Peru, Nicaragua, Panama, Costa Rica, Colombia, and Mexico who showed us a new way. Stay tuned for future posts about the regions we traveled to, budgeting/planning, and much more. Until next time…

Xoxo,

Millennial Mom

Our Route to Happiness (pt. III): the trial travel run

Before rearranging life for my “mini me” and I to set out and travel the way we dreamed of, I had to first be sure that it was a challenge we were up for. I did not want to make major changes to later find that we were not ready or to realize that extended travel wasn’t really what we wanted. I faced great criticism and skepticism from others when I posed my idea of possibly traveling full-time and homeschooling, which made me question things once or twice. I was often asked “how do you know Bree will adjust well? or ” What if she doesn’t like it? And other times people flat out told me “you’re crazy”. With the majority of the responses I received, I felt that most people around me were so closed-minded and did not understand what I was trying to do. Nor did they consider the stressful years Bree and I endured together and the fact that we needed a break. The biggest concern posed to me was how I could live the life of a traveler with a child. However, that did not discourage me and instead motivated me to find the answer to the question. What would I do to successfully take on this new lifestyle with my child? My top priority was making the right choice for Bree based on my research and facts rather than on unsubstantiated fear. I was bound to do so despite what others thought and said. I would be sure that we found the happiness we were desperately in search of. From what Bree and I discussed, it was likely that travel could provide us what we were looking for… if we were ready for such a change. People who know me well like my best friends and my older sister told me things like “go for it, you’ll never know how ready you are unless you try”. So I planned on organizing a trial travel run to see just how ready we were.
Around December of 2015, my childhood friend Nicole extended an invite for Bree and I to join her overseas. I had shared my interest in exposing Bree to travel with Nicole and it was perfect timing when she offered for us to vacation with her. Nicole was traveling through Southeast Asia at the time and is a friend who has done a great deal of traveling herself. I was ecstatic that I would have the opportunity to wander with her and spend the time away with my little one. Bree and I would be traveling from New York City alone ,on a long flight and spending two weeks away. Initially it sounded scary but we were down to make it happen. And in February of 2016, we were off to the Philippines on Bree’s first international trip; we were off on our trial travel run.

Leaving Manila… ready to explore the other places in the Philippines.

After 20 plus hours of travel we finally arrived in the city of Manila. Upon our arrival we saw many things that came as a shock to us; including the young children roaming around barefoot and poorly clothes without a guardian close by. I perceived the city to be an impoverished one and I knew Bree’s mind was in great thought too based on the questions she posed. In instances such as this one and throughout our travels, I took what we saw as opportunities to educate Bree. I aimed to prepare her for things we could possibly encounter during our journey. I also took the the time to remind her that people all around the world are different and live differently . I wanted her to always strive to be open-minded to such differences despite what she observed and initially perceived. After such chats, Bree seemed less and less shocked by things that we witnessed throughout our trip and was much more understanding. She settled in so easily and everything to her was just irie (pleasing). Things at the beginning of the trip were off to a good start and headed in the direction that I had hoped for. From Manila we ventured off to places such as Puerto Princessa and El Nido, Palawan Islands; places that I can quickly describe as tranquil and breathtaking.

Our trip was one where we took the time to absorb all the beautiful things around us. Instead of hopping in a car or taxi as we usually did at home, we were chauffeured around in Tuk-Tuks (carriage like vehicles carried by motorbikes). Our accommodations were very basic and affordable. We stayed in places surrounded by nature and in places close to the beach with beautiful views. We even had the chance to stay in a man-made tree house, creatively designed with bamboo and sea shell decor. These places were not the luxurious hotels that we familiar with from other family vacations but somehow we appreciated them much more. I guess because the simplicity of these places void of fancy electronics and services allowed my “mini me”and I to relax with great company. They allowed us to truly enjoy time and conversations together without any distractions; they exposed us to environments where we could explore nature around us that we typically did not see at home; and proved to us that we could do with less and actually be happy about it. What we were experiencing taught me a lot about myself and about the life that I was practically killing myself to give us back home in NY. As our trip in the Philippines progressed, what I witnessed from my “mini me” taught me so much more!

Beautiful blue waters and skies in the Palawan Islands (picture by me), February 2016

Entry to our tree house at Bamboo Nest, in Puerto Princessa.

img_3297-1 — Evening view from our hostel balcony, El Nido.

Over the course of our two weeks away in the Philippines, I realized that Bree was the happiest I had seen her in a very long time. Not that she had ever presented to me as a saddened child, but on our journey she was simply glowing; running freely, asking tons of questions, requiring very little, and openly embracing a place very different from home. All of this was a refreshing sight for me. Although I understood how children can easily adapt to new environments, I also knew that such an adjustment can present as a challenge when a new setting is very different from a child’s normal environment. This was the case for me when I spent my summers living abroad in Jamaica between the ages of 7 and 10. At first I had great trouble adjusting and was sometimes in distress missing the things I was used to. Over time I became more comfortable with the things that were initially foreign to me and overall such experiences were some of the greatest that my mother could have ever afforded me. I saw something completely different in Bree however when I assessed her adjustment to her first trip away and everything that I witnessed made me proud.

On her first trip away, A’Bree did not show one sign of unhappiness or poor adjustment to being far away from home, friends, or loved ones. In every activity we participated in, even ones that were new to her or ones that made her afraid (swimming in the ocean and walking among crabs on the beach) she was brave and conquered her fears in instances when she was not. She was fine being vulnerable in situations where she was the new girl who did not speak the language, playing with the locals on the beach; and comfortable being the little brown girl who drew tons of stares and countless numbers of people playing with her braided and beaded hair. She was so joyful and just looking at her I could tell that she felt free. She was delighted to roam around barefoot when she could like the children she saw upon our arrival in Manila, happy to swing in a hammock or fishing net for hours at a time, and so content to simply be in my presence doing some very fun and novel things. She was without television and electronics and our fun entailed made up games, being beach bums searching for sea shells, outdoor play, and exploration. Everything I saw in my daughter was enlightening and gave me hope. Many of her strengths, interests, and character traits came to light as a result of a temporary change in our change in environment. Bree did not appear to be missing her life at home, she was much happier with less, accepted all of the differences that came with visiting a foreign country, and she easily adjusted to such a long journey overseas. After seeing what I saw in her while abroad I knew I didn’t need to see much more. Her question of whether we could “do this forever” solidified things for me. Our trial travel run was over and I knew what we needed to do next. We conquered the test and it was evident that we were ready to plan for extended travel overseas.

My “mini me” swinging happily in a fishing net on the beach.

Belly Dancer silhouettes in the sunset, El Nido.

Beach bumming-it and exploring, photo credit: Ste Lane @northofthewall_

Searching the shore for sea shells, photo credit: Ste Lane @northofthewall_

Our last day in Puerto Princessa where this smile told me everything I needed to know!

Bree and I finished our journey in the Philippines on an even greater note than the one we started on. We were so refreshed and grateful for our experience; and thankful to our friends Nicole and Ste for showing us a wonderful time. We had something great to look forward to and would get busy planning when we arrived back home. I knew I had to get the ball rolling by saving, organizing schooling options, planning for what to do with our apartment/belongings, and discussing the plan with my family. It all sounded doable and I was motivated to do it all. I simply needed to plan and pace myself. However, there was one obstacle that gave me GREAT anxiety and that was facing the non-custodial parent who was bound to give me hell.

Now I promise there is no part IV in this series but I ask that you stay tuned for my next series: Co-parenting with the “Conflictual” Parent. In that series I will share much of the conflict I have experienced with my daughter’s father for the past 7 years, and in part discuss how it impacted my decisions and current journey. Until next time…

xoxo,

Millennial Mom