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Where Does the Shift in Your Consciousness Begin When it Comes to Transformation?
My mom used to work as a cleaner.
I remember the distinctive smell of bleach and other cleaning products when she would come home from work and give me a kiss.
I remember her rough and dry hands since she didn’t use any gloves.
I was ashamed of my mom being a janitor, while my mates’ moms were either teachers, doctors or office workers.
I was never comfortable sharing about my mom’s profession. As if it was diminishing my own personal value.
Why my mom couldn’t be like other moms? Smart, intelligent, have a prestigious job, so other kids wouldn’t make fun of me that my mom is a janitor..
You see, my mom is an uneducated and a very limited lady. She is an amazing mom and a great wife, but she has the small town person mentality.
It took me a long time to be able to openly share about my mom, making an emphasis on the fact that she is an amazing mom and it doesn’t matter what she did to make a living.
There was no shame in the fact that she was cleaning offices.
The shame was rooted in my interpretation of her profession.