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Emma Mildon
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www.licensetolove.co
License to Love
By Emma Mildon
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Thank you to Julie Clayton, Editor, Randy
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The book for anyone in life feeling unloved,
incapable of love, or unqualified to give it.
Everyone deserves the presence of love in their
life.
For my two mothers: Margaret and Shalagh.
Thank you both for being a loving, supportive
friend that only a mother could be. I am so grateful
to have you as my mothers.
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INTRODUCTION
If you have a gun, you need a license to shoot it.
If you have a car, you need a license to drive it. We all
have hearts, some more reckless than othersand yet there
is no license to love.
We can break as many hearts and shatter as many
lives as we want, without having to stand charge. With
some of my past love life blows, if you had put my ex-
lovers in front of me in a line-up and handed me a gun, I
dont know whether I would have pointed the gun at them,
at myself, or just shot frustrated holes into the wall.
The mother, father, lovers, and friendship
relationships in our life each contribute to and deplete
from our hearts supply of love. What we learn from what
is lost is the key to unfolding the truth within each of
us: the real person we were born into this world to be,
back when our heart battery was fully charged.
It is a scary moment when you find yourself tilting
your head sideways and looking at your parents in a
different light. That moment of realization when it dawns
on you that your parents may not have all the answers
about life you initially thought they did. When the
everything happens for a reason and the what did we
learn? parental pearls stop comforting your new
awareness of reality. Their quick-fix band-aid advice no
longer heals the deeper niggling queries you have about
the meaning of life and your purpose.
Its possible too that your parents have just bluffed
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their way through parenthood; after all, theres no
license for parenting either. This is when it really
dawns on you: you are on your own.
No one likes outgrowing their parents and finding
theyre alone on lifes path. And hows this for an
ironic twist: just when you become capable of guiding
yourself, understanding yourself, and trusting yourself,
you will discover youve come full circle.
This is the moment when you are tilting your head the
same way you tilted your head at your parents those years
earlier, but now you are looking down at your newborn.
You are no longer alonebut now you are the one guiding.
This is the moment when you are realizing that you will
probably repeat the very pieces of advice you received
from your parents, and that your children will inevitably
be smarter than you and will one day, in turn, tilt their
head at you. They will learn, know, and understand a
world you have barely touched.
Lifes journey is full of unique experiences, each
giving us the opportunity to teach others from what we
have learned. Sometimes it is not about telling the tale
of heartache, loss, success, or griefor merely repeating
what has been ingrained from our upbringingsometimes it
is the stories about coping, motivation, love, and
determination that make the best teaching lessons for
those we love. Such lessons can, ultimately, break the
loveless cycle plaguing generations of relationships and
help reteach how to love selflessly again.
This book outlines the ways we can harness our inner
intuition and use the events that have impacted, molded,
and affected us in life to help others in their owncircumstances, and to spread love and inspiration to
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those we care about.
My personal experiences have been stripped naked
within these pages, both for your reading pleasure and so
that you can understand how I used my mistakes and
lessons in love and life to become more in tune with my
intuition, spirituality, and beliefs surrounding love. In
other words, how I learned about my license to love
something we are each innately qualified to claim.
I often scratch my head wondering why my life seems
more like an American Hollywood blockbuster film than I
would have liked. From adoption to losing my adoptive
mother as a teenager, many heartbreaks, and family
dynamics of polar opposites, it was as though the
universe had put a monkey, a bottle of whiskey, and wax
strips into a room together and hoped things would go
smoothly.
So, think of me as someone you can relate to on somelevel, laugh with me at my misfortunes, relate to my
mascara-stained cries on the pillow, and most importantly
open yourself to believe that if even my hard-cased
stubborn little heart can learn to give, receive, and
experience love, then yours has a shot too.
Relate my stories to your love stories and interlink
your lessons with mineand use these combined
realizations to open your heart. If your heart is already
open, you may develop skills to help others open theirs
too. Youll find my license to love message enhanced with
quotes from other women who throughout time have also
been brave enough to speak from the heart.
There is no degree or certificate awarded for
learning how to open your heart and be more lovingbut I
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can guarantee you will feel as though you have a license
to love after reading this book.
I invite you to join me on this journey by adding a
new element of love into yourrelationships and life,
knowing that everyone can benefit from more love, and
that your open-heartedness will spill out into the world
and help move us all toward a more integral society of
heart, body, mind, and spirit.
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THE PAPERWORK
Paperwork! Few of us enjoy it. But we need to file,
organize, and archive our experiences in order to know
how they have affected us. I am not asking you to
document the time you got bullied when you were twelve,
or write a report on moments of enlightenment. I am
asking you to dust off your mental baggage, pull
everything out of your gunnysack, and investigate your
life. What warm experiences, hauntings, or sentimental
scars make up who you are today and how have you let them
define you?
As for myself, I dont need to rummage too deeply to
see why I have issues with abandonment. My hang-ups can
easily be traced back to the day of my conception!
Conceived by accident, growing in the womb of a very
worried teenage girl, and upon arrival in this world
being quickly adopted out, imprinted me with a fear of
being abandoned, which would lurk around the corner of
every key relationship and friendship I would have
throughout my life. It is amazing how adoption can define
you.
I remember my adoptive mother Margaret and I were in
a busy bookstore one afternoon when she giggled and told
me about my favourite childhood book.
Emma, she said, smirking and flicking through the
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childrens book The Hungry Caterpillar, while most
children would have picked this book up for a bedtime
story do you know what you picked every night?
I was suspicious of her expression and hoping she was
going to say Cinderella or some other classical
fairytale, but I knew from the way she was telling the
storylike a comediennes opening punch linethat it was
going to have a good twist, so I opted for safe silence
and a curious shrug, a typical Im a teen and I dont
care response.
Your book of choice was, Why Was I Adopted? she
said, biting the bottom of her lip with a big grin and
hoping my reaction would be laughter.
The silence held a brief awkwardness before we both
dissolved into a fit of laughter. My mother and I had a
very open, understanding, and humorous relationshipwe
would often laugh at the most inappropriate things.
She kept on flicking through other childrens story
books, all brightly decorated like sugary cupcakes.
You were so funny, she continued. It didnt matter
how hard I tried to suggest other books, every night
four-year-old Emma would always ask for the same book.
She chortled and patted my shoulder.
I often think back to this conversation and wonder
why I wanted to read that book over and over when I was
so young. My parents had always been open with me about
my adoption; I had a sister who was also adopted from
another family, and as a topic adoption was always
something that was accepted, discussed, and in the open,
never hushed or ignored as it is in some families.
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It wasnt until I zoomed out and took a birds eye
view on this memory while asking myself what four-year-
old Emma was seeking, that I began to unearth some truths
about why this particular book was so important to me.
I visualized myself in my pink, frilled, single bed,
pointing to my book of choice and wriggling into my
mothers embrace as she opened it and began reading
"You were adopted not because your parents didnt
love you but because they wanted the best for you"
It is amazing how this sentence has stuck with me,
and once I processed this memory, I realized why. It is
the first point of my trying to understand my place in
the family and understand the meaning of love.
To some degree it has haunted me. As a child I must
have thought, Hold on! Youre telling me that even if
someone loves me they may give me away and just walk off?
Boy life is tough! You can imagine how a four year old
might easily think this.
When taking care of your paperwork and excavating
any buried memories, it is important to not dig for the
life-changing, earth-shattering events in your life, but
for the things you clung to, that you remember for some
reasonthe moments that have stayed with you. This could
be a story, a song, a game, a friend, a conversation,
something you learned to do, or something you used to
love doing. Take that memory, walk yourself back through
it, and see if there is a hidden message in that memory.
There could well be a good reason why you have carried
that memory with you for all of these years, and
something meaningful that you can unearth about how you
manage your life and loves.
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Depending on the what works best for you, find a way
to discuss these memories, write them in a journal, talk
them over with a friend or life coach, make a scrapbook
of images or photos, or jot down the memory and then make
a list of the feelings associated with it and how the
memory impacts you. You may surprise yourself with what
you can uncover just by awakening your childhood
memories. Your inner child will be waiting for you.
You may remember something you used to like doing
when you were younger, something you were passionate
about that might have been your lifes purpose, but
instead you decided to follow the flock and do something
deemed to be more responsible or lucrative. Rather than
following your natural course and doing what felt right
in your heart, doing something that brought you joy and
made you feel good, you yielded to outside expectations.
In retrospect, I certainly can raise my hand and
admit, Oops, wrong degree, wrong career! When I was
younger I use to love writing short stories and keeping a
journal, a scribbled memory I can clearly see in my
childhood. Instead of following that passion I went on to
become a doctora Spin Doctor, that is, doing Public
Relations. Only now have I come 360 degrees back to my
roots.
Which makes me tap my pen and wonder why, out of all
the days of my childhood, out of all the moments spent
watching cartoons, picking my nose, or jumping on
trampolines are my writing memories so vivid? It could
well be that I was born to write: retracing my childhood
memories and love for writing has helped to open up my
heart and allowed me to be here with you today.
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One of the most defining aspects of childhood is the
role we played in our family and in relation to the
character of our parents: the way they taught us love,
affection, and communication in our earliest years gives
us the first glimpse of understanding our foundational
attitudes about love. And once you have that foundation
in sight, it becomes a lot easier to piece together the
rest of your upbringing, helping you to better understand
where and how your views on love have sprouted.
I remember once when I was waiting for a flight at
the airport. I was in a great mood, especially since my
day had been super! I grinned at the strangers sitting in
the neighbouring seats, trying to spread my good mood
like an affectionate virus and make someone elses day a
bit better.
I watched as a young mom and her three children
walked up to a nearby gate. This woman was a packhorse!
She had two big baby bags under each arm. She held a
disgruntled baby who was tightly tucked between her elbow
and her hip with all its limbs kicking and grabbing, a
wild-eyed grubby toddler who was running circles around
her ankles, and another little boy who might have been
six, standing still and silent with a big smile on his
face and a sign that said, Welcome home Dad.
I was mesmerized by the commotion: the circus-like
antics of the children and the dishevelled mother trying
to keep tabs on them all. So too were the strangers I had
smiled at earlier, who were peering over their newspapers
at the chaos along with me.
When the father arrived to the bedlam the kids each
took turns having a peaceful time out moment to hug him
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and then in an instant the anarchy resumed. The father
went straight into disciplining the three energetic
souls, saying, Dont touch thatsshh, and even the
ever-so-powerful sound of a parents Unh-unh, which all
children know translates to touch it and die.
Watching them I was overwhelmed with loneliness, and
before I realized it, tears were streaming down my
cheeks. Then I was shocked by how upset I had become, and
so quickly, after just feeling on top of the world.
I spent my entire plane trip reflecting on my
reaction to that family. Was I upset because no one was
at the other end of my flight to welcome me? Or was it a
fertility clock in me ticking in self-destruction, my
ovaries warning me that if I did not sort out my
repetitive habit of derailing relationships then I would
never get a family like them? Since I was still in my
mid-twenties I had plenty of fertility time, so what was
it?
What it was, in fact, was me wishing my family had
been like that: the children all playing together,
hugging, tumbling, punching, and the parents kissing and
huggingI loved the chaos! I loved the closeness. And I
was sad that I didnt feel close enough to my family to
have been like that with them. It made me realize how
sterile and awkward my upbringing had been at times
especially with my father and sister. Yet, how amongst
that clumsy home my mother and I were so close, like the
family I had been watching.
This lack of closeness growing up, and more
importantly lack of loving chaos left me questioning my
ability to take part in chaos later in life. In the girly
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chats where we all lovingly groom each other talking
about boys, or the parties where we all drunkenly joke
and hug each other, I always found my thoughts ticking
awayquestioning myself about how to act.
Actually, before our family got its first dose of
chaos I had a very normal family in some respects. A
white collar father, who was quite traditional and
reserved; a sister who was the opposite of mebut that is
essentially why we got along, and a mother who was my
best friend. I guess, in hindsight, when you mixed all
our personalities together it was a pretty good balance
overall. But like anything that is balanced, when you
take something away, it tips.
THE LOVE ONLY A MOTHER CAN GIVE
I had a very open relationship with my adoptive
mother. We would chatter about stress, my birth mother,
sex, and lifeall topics high on the priority list of any
teenage girl. She was always honest and uplifting to talk
with and as a parent seemed very qualified. Her life
experiences had built her into someone with a great deal
of empathy, understanding, and patience, all qualities
that are vital in raising children. I was testing at
timesto be frank, I was a brat when I was a teenager!
Or, A royal cow! as my mother would call me.
Margaret was a strong, independent, bubbly character
and a great role model for me. She spent a lot of her
time bringing me down to earth, clutching at my ankles
and asking me to get real and be realistic about life,
making me recognize the reality of situations and
supporting me as I grew into a woman until she needed
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the support herself.
When I was fifteen and she was fifty she was told
about a monster she had inside of her: Cancer. The next
few years would see me grow up and hand back a lot of the
nurturing and mothering Margaret had so selflessly given
mea healing act in itself, and something that would bind
us together and change the direction of my life forever.
It was very quick to snap the brat out of me.
At the peak of reining my selfish kingdom, otherwise
known as teenagehood, my world had been turned upside
down. The one person I could always rely on was being
taken away from me. There was no fixing her, there was
only time to share each moment, and it was during this
period I was able to break down my egocentric traits and
learn to live with a sense of empathy for those suffering
around me.
I learned that the world no longer revolved aroundme! I learned to accept life as a journey, understanding
that people would come and go, life had its lessons,
beginnings, and endings, and most importantly that
everything has its place in the world.
I did not, however, accept the loss of love by the
people who abandoned me, and the love taken away from
me through adoption and death. This loss would disturb me
in my relationships for most of my early adulthood.
The key lesson I had to learn as a result of
Margarets illness was to understand how different people
show their love in different ways. And to accept their
ways of loving, rather than wish for something different
just because their love didnt match my expectations.
Which is something I later discovered that many other
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people struggle with: accepting that everyone loves
differently. This never became apparent to me until our
family dynamics had been kicked off balance by her death.
Illness is a funny thing; it brings out masked
personalities within a family, and we each react uniquely
when our hearts ache. In our family we had the doer, the
ignorer, the stonewaller, and the emotional wreck. As a
teenager these divergent reactions frustrated me. Here I
was, the baby of the family, looking up at these people
who were trying to tame their emotions, people who were
older, and supposedly wiser and more composed then me,
and yet I often felt like the only person in the room who
was collected and open. I felt like an old soul stuck in
a young, pimple-faced body. I could not relate to how
selfish some of the reactions of my family members seemed
and I struggled to understand why people reacted
differently, or in some cases not at all, to sadness and
pain.
It is only now that I can stand far enough back to
reflect on these memories and to fully understand why
different people have different reactions to love, such
as the hurt of losing the loved one, or the fear of
losing the type of love only a mother, a wife, or a
sister could givetheyre each just reactions and actions
of the heart.
My father was the ignorer. He sometimes would not
even want to ask how my mothers day was because he could
predict the negative answer. Like any loved one in such a
situation, it frustrated him that he couldnt find a
solution and make her well again. My mother would often
use me as a sounding board to share how alone she felt
because my father seemed to bury his head in the sand to
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cope with her dying. You could often find him keeping
busy in his garden.
My mother would talk to me about how my fathers
behavior affected her, until she came full circle to
justification, reassuring herself that he acted the way
he did because he cared and because he was hurt about
losing her. From this I learned to accept that sometimes
we just cant face hurt and our fears get on top of us. I
would often be mad with my father for treating her like
this, so listening to Mums reasoning held lessons for me
too, which would prove vital to my ability to understand
and relate to my father once she was gone.
The fact that my father often retreated to the garden
is symbolic in itself. The garden is a place of growth
and nurturing. The idea of being able to pull weeds out
of an overgrown plot represented his desire to pull out
the cancerous weeds growing throughout his wife. Mother
Nature is also a healer; we feel better after sitting on
grass, walking amongst the trees, or planting in the
soil. So, while he might have appeared to be the ignorer,
with more understanding you could see his love through
the hurt and in his garden.
My sister was the stonewaller. A quiet observer, she
would often shrug off emotion: nothing seemed to stick to
her. It was easier for her to cope by washing off the
hurt. In her own way, this was her acceptance I think.
She had accepted the inevitable and so opted for a what
can you do, laid-back reaction to our mothers illness.
Sometimes it was easy to imagine that she just didnt
care. She never seemed overwhelmed by anything or to be
aching about the approaching loss; she always seemed
together, but covering up her feelings was just her way
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of coping.
I, on the other hand, was an emotional riot. Partly
because I was simply a hormonal teenager, and also
because I really live connected to my emotions.
Sometimes, I almost thought I could feel my mothers
pain, I felt so connected with her. I felt emotionally
safe enough around my mother to share how unfair I
thought it all was, starting with not knowing my birth
mother and then being adopted to another mother who now I
would lose. Plus, she was a young woman who had so much
left to give to us all, and to her grandchildren who she
wouldnt meet. I felt ripped-off and I was mad. Watching
her go through sickness made me feel helplessand
helpless to losing love.
My reactions, combined with the other characteristics
of the familys emotions, proved to be an interesting
combination. A recipe for a psychologists field day some
might say! But for me there were founding lessons on love
in how we all heart-throbbed for the same women.
Each of these childhood experiences surrounding
adoption and losing a mother in two ways, separation and
death, were events that helped me to learn, understand,
and finally accept lifes journey. Once I learned to heal
the pain and accept my circumstances, I was capable of
helping others in life experiencing a loss. In the end,
the greatest lesson for me was realizing that when
unconditional love is shared with the people in our lives
it is eternalregardless of how long they stay.
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ROMANTIC LOVE
Not only was my upbringing the foundation of how I
understood and learned to love my family, but it also
shaped my romantic relationships. My friends used to love
hearing about my ridiculous soap opera run-ins with men.
My hairdresser thought I was hilarious. Every six weeks
she would be entertained by a different tale of
destruction with yet another potential soul mate waiting
to fall victim. I would tell her of my latest heartbreak
as though I had watched it all in a movie the night
before, re-enacting the funny scenes and mocking the sad
ones.
In this episode Emma gets cheated on, by a man who
gets a girl pregnant from a one-night stand, which took
place in the glamorous setting of the toilets of a club
where she had originally meet him (true story), I would
recite to the audience of ladies lined up like nesting
hens in their salon seats, rollers in hair and hanging on
to my every word.
At the time I didnt realize why all these heart-
breaking dramas would magnet to me, why I would always
try to reform the guy who had a skull on fire tattooed on
the inside of his arm. But now I realize the lessons I
learned from meeting these charming characters (please
note the sarcasm) are all scars of love that help me
teach others from my experiences: to tune into your
heart, to really appreciate love when you find it, and
how to know when you have found love and how to nurture
ithow to get a license to love.
I wouldnt take back the bad boy, the selfish boy,
the cheater, or any of the men who crossed my path andchiselled off a part of my heart and my sanity, and stole
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away with that piece of my heart to keep in a jar with
them as a memento. Without them I wouldnt be the person
I am today, molded into maturity by these experiences,
however testing and aching they were.
You might be surprised how many gurus, wise guides,
and world healers started their life as an orphan or
adopted into a new life. Children who are just setting
out on lifes path and instantly have to step over a
speed bump.Some of these spiritual advisors will be
familiar to you, all of whom were either orphaned,
fostered, or adopted at a young age: Dr. Wayne Dyer, Bill
Clinton, John Lennon, and Marilyn Monroe for example, are
all people who smoothed over their speed bumps and ended
up bringing people together, teaching the power and
transformational beauty of love.
I am just lucky I have healed enough to now laugh at
each of the chapters of separation Ive experienced: from
being an adopted baby, to losing a mother, to the painful
romantic relationships I have had in my life. Looking
back now on my painful chapters, I often ask myself,
What was I thinking?
So, to all the men who treated my heart like a
piata, I thank you for the lessons in love. And to all
those who loved and left me for whatever reason, I thank
you too.
Back to you now dear readerplease, for your own
sanity, reflect on any reckless lover you have met, think
of the most ridiculous thing they said or did to you, and
smile. Rewind through the relationships in your life, the
people who have helped to define you, and watch as their
faces flash past you. All the people who have graced yourlife and helped you on your path: the good teachers and
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the bad ones! I have a sweet tooth and think it would be
great if when our hearts broke they spilled out with
lollies like a piata. Although, as we know, in the
moment it happens there is nothing sweet about having a
broken heart.
There are no failures, only lessons to be
learned.
Oprah Winfrey
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RULE BOOK
Some of the rules I live my life by:
Treat people how you want to be treated.
Everything happens for a reason.
If you don't have something nice to say, don't say
anything at all.
Judgment is a waste of your time and everyone elses too.
There are always two sides to the story.
Every family and relationship has a set of rules they
live by. Spoken or unspoken, the code is there: the
things that are acceptable among you, the limits to which
you can each be pushed, the humor, and the familial
behavior. Your family may have an obvious secret that no
one ever addresses, like an unspoken no-elephant-in-
this-room family rule, which sidesteps any type of
conflict and masks any issue. You may have an alcoholic,
a control freak, a manipulator, an abuser, a user, a
parent who feels hard done byall of which will impact
your life rule book, and combined with your personality
will help shape your code for life.
The rules are simply what you want them to be. You
need to first decide what rules are important to you
before you can drive your life anywhere, let alone love
your life or others. In other words, cement your ethics
to your life. Make them a part of your relationships and
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day-to-day living, recite them to your loved ones, and
remind yourself of your code whenever you feel you are in
the presence of derailing behavior.
Close your eyes for a second and take yourself back
into your family home. Pick any age that comes to mind,
sit with your family, and meditate on your familys
energy. Imagine yourself being there with them. Sit in
that moment.
Which family member makes you happiest? Who makes you
feel frustrated? Why? What qualities about these symbolic
life characters do you love? What traits have you added
to your life skills satchel and what traits have you
thrown back into your familys shadow? What rules have
you taken from being around these people? What mottos
dont you agree with and why?
When I was younger I used to love visiting my
girlfriends homes. Each friend was so different; we eachcame from a fusion of personalities and upbringings, but
once I could see that person within the element of their
family something about them made more sense.
Among the cross-section of my friends families was
the successful family, who produced a very driven and
focused young woman. There was the down-to-earth farm
family, who raised a settled, peaceful woman. There was
the traditional husband and wife team who raised a woman
inspired to be a domesticated adventure-seeking teacher.
It became quite obvious to see how family plays a major
role in molding who we are and who we do or dont want to
become.
My mothers ethics have become the backbone of my
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grey areas of life with me as I was, and we both
understood that life wasnt always black and white. She
was very accepting of the life she lived and the cards
she had been dealt.
She had grown up in a country town with two sisters
and a brother. She was always the plumper girl, which she
was okay with: she still considered herself beautiful and
sexy, and she had accepted that she was never going to be
stick thin. She had overcome adoption herself from the
other side of the fence, having to adopt a son out when
she was younger, and now she was accepting of her fate
with Ovarian Cancer.
Everything happens for a reason Emma, she reassured
me, even if it is for a shit reason! She would say this
lifting her wig up like an Englishman would tip his top
hat.
Even with a scarf on her head and her skin turningMarge Simpson yellow she still had the most radiant,
inspiring smile and uplifting laugh. That is one thing
the cancer never gother sense of humor.
Do you think I am being punished for giving my son
up? she asked me one day, looking toward the floor at
her swollen ankles that only just managed to squeeze into
her once well-worn loose winter slippers. The cancer was
making her swell and bloat like a sponge with water.
I pulled her chin up and looked in her eyes. How can
you think like that when you gave people like me and my
sister a Mother we didnt have? It balances out, Mom.
She smiled at me lovingly. But I could see in her
eyes she wasnt so sure. That was the only time I ever
saw her doubt what the universe had served her.
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Throughout my mums cancer journey I had one rule
with her: cry when we needed to cry and laugh when we
needed to laugh. It was my way of adopting my mothers
ethic of acceptance and the emotions that accompanied it.
We would often begin crying together and then end up
in fits of laughter about the horrible reality. We would
talk about other loved ones who had passed, her mother,
her life, what she was afraid of, what else she wanted to
do in life. As she got heavier into her medication the
discussions became even more humorous.
It became routine for me to jump onto her creased bed
after school, listen to old classic songs from the 60s
and 70s, and talk about her life. The music was like the
background soundtrack for her adventurous tales. I often
would fall asleep snuggled next to her, listening to her
talk to the ceiling as the Moody Blues Knights in White
Satin song lullabied me to sleep and away from the
painful reality.
We would frequently have visitors calling in to see
her. She could normally only handle a cup of coffee and
an hour of chatter before she tired. It took a lot out of
her pretending to be normal, happy, and healthyyou could
see she had to consciously try to stay awake just to
listen, let alone respond. There were signs she was
tired, some obvious, some subtle, and I was very familiar
with them. I became very good at ushering people out.
Would you like a piece of cake? she would
occasionally offer her guests. The guest would
momentarily freeze in bewilderment, their teacup in mid-
air, as my mother held out an empty palm like she was
having tea with the Mad Hatter.
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Oh, I am sorry! shed realize, pulling in her palm
and shaking her head in embarrassment.
She always looked so disappointed in herself after
these Wonderland moments. Morphine really did take her to
some beautiful places, and when she went there I held her
hand and always kept her company. She had spent so many
years trying to bring me down to earth and teaching me to
ground myself, I felt as though I could repay her by
teaching her my talents for chasing dreams.
One evening I walked into her room and placed a bowl
of jello and a tall glass of water with a long straw on
her bedside table. I sat on the edge of her bed, which
stirred her sleep. I stared at the assembly of things she
had started collecting next to her bedframed photos of
the family, tissues, books about cancer, nutrition,
healing, heaven: there was barely room for the cup and
the bowl.
Pass me the microphone please, she said, shocking
me from my curious gaze at her bedside collection.
I stood up to help her readjust her pillows and sit
her up, and I couldn't help letting out a chuckle. I
dont know where you are but it sounds as though it is
much more fun than here.
She giggled to herself, still in a sleepy state, with
no clue about what she had just said or whether she was
dreaming, in a nightmare, or in normal reality.
The irony about sitting with her in this dream state
is that it deepened my reflections about our daily state
of mind. Some of us are awake to reality; others live in
a constant dream world, almost too afraid to wake up to
their spirituality and to their life and the choices
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awaiting them.
There were so many times watching her I just wanted
to cry, but I learned it was better to laugh. Because I
knew if I laughed it would bring a smile to her
disoriented face.
Even after she passed I use to wake up from
nightmares thinking I could hear her calling out for me.
Lying in the dark, my mind would scroll through memories,
the sickness, her deterioration, her final goodbye, and
finally after all the painful thoughts I would rest on a
moment of us laughing together. I am sure my mind tried
to hold onto these few pleasant memories with her because
we had agreed to make it a rule to laugh in acceptance.
DIFFERENT FAMILIES LOVE IN DIFFERENT WAYS
My birth mother Shalagh and I became best friends in
the years following Margarets death. Both of my mothers
had kept in communication my whole life, both women had
experienced the loss of a child through adoption, so they
could relate and connect to each otherresulting in my
being lucky enough to experience two mothers, two very
different relationships, and both very special.
Not only did the two women have adoption in common,
but they ironically also based their life around the same
rule: treat people how you want to be treated.
This rule was essentially teaching me the laws of
karma, the goodness of treating people with love whether
they deserve it or not. By giving to others who need it
more, by doing good things for others, good things will
naturally come to youas long as you dont expect them to
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as your right. That defeats the intention of simply
doing good things because it is the right thing to do and
the best thing to do.
I will always remember Margaret smiling at me and
saying, "When you give beauty, beauty comes back to you."
So naturally, this philosophy is the first line in my
rulebook. In the Western world we live in a frenzy of
hot-headed corporate road rage and online clicks of a
button that allow us to share positive and negative
communication instantly, making it a struggle to always
stay disciplined with our ethicsbut I am sure you can
cut me some slack. We are all guilty of beeping a horn or
winding down our windows and cursing a truck driver or
twowhich doesn't exactly stack up in the treat people
how you want to be treated category, but sometimes life
deserves a sneaky flip of the bird.
This ties in with another rule of mine: there are twosides to every story. Yes, even Bin Laden or George Bush
should be allowed to tell their side of the story without
the mediator standing puffy-chested and arms crossed in
judgment. Everyone is entitled to have their perspective
and say their piece.
Now, I do need to qualify what I just said about non-
judgment. As you will soon find out, judgment is
something that makes me wild, and there was a lot of
judgment in my family, so it needs to be said that I love
my father and sister very much. And while we may have
different ideas on life, different opinions, and see the
world from different angles, it doesn't mean I would
change families for the world and doesn't mean I don't
appreciate their perspective. The lessons, experiences,and love I have received from them is the reason I am the
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person I am todayand I like to think I have turned out
to be a warm, loving, open person so they must have done
an OK job. I believe I was put into this family for a
reason. And although I am a definite blonde-haired black
sheep of the herd, I am grateful for being part of our
clumsy family.
Getting back to the rule of judgment, so many people
let past experiences dictate how they respond to
conflict: this seriously makes me sick. Just the thought
of judgment while writing this rubs me the wrong way. It
is the quickest button you can push to get me red hot and
standing up for the underdog, the person not getting to
have their say because of prejudice. I know that the
reason for this is again rooted in my upbringing
While I was a sneaky, dramatic teenager (like a lot
of us were) after my mothers illness and passing I was a
much more centered, grounded, and sensitive person.
However, any element of emotion from me as seen by my
father or sister (the ignorer and the stonewaller) was
depicted as an overreaction. They kept seeing me as
adolescent Emma, not the corporate career-minded,
complex, and concrete Emma I had grown to be. This
prejudice and judgment made it at times nearly impossible
for me to want to be around either of them, especially
when I was the youngest in the family and was in some
ways more mature than they were in making sense of how
they handled grief. Their narrow-minded projection meant
they never were interested in hearing anyone elses side
of a story, which became rather frustrating for me
personally.
And although frustrating at times, Ive learned that
I can love them just the way they are, and that the
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behavior I perceived as judgmental has taught me so much
about myself, so much about my rule book, and whats
important for me to live my life. And, that in myfamily
everyones voice will be heard and listened to fairly.
There will be no ready-made expectations put on my family
not like the family of a solider I once dated, which you
will be shaking your head at shortly.
My partner, Nick, on the other hand, was brought up
with the family motto, If you dont have something nice
to say then dont say it at all. Which itself is a
lesson in love: if it isnt a nice thing to say it isnt
from the heart, so its in everyones best interest that
you dont say it. His parents were very down-to-earth,
nurturing, and supportive, which has resulted in a very
grounded, sensible, loving man. (No bias here, of
course.)
Your rules can sprout from anywhere you like: the
pieces of advice you took from your parents, a nice
message from a movie, another familys rule you
admire...you can add to the rulebook throughout your
life, and no doubt your partner in life will have their
own set of rules that they carry with them.
My favourite rule I have at the moment is simple:
everything happens for a reason. This a common enough
saying, one which nearly all of us have chirped at some
point of our life, but when you actually use it in a
situation that calls for tolerance, acceptance, or
understanding it is a catalyst for calm. It is also the
perfect way for me to justify my awkward family at times!
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THE MERGER
So how do you merge your familys rulebook and thefoundations you have been brought up with into your
partners rulebook?
Simple. With a lot of compromise and understanding.
Nick and I have a similar morality, which makes our
relationship a lot more free-flowing since most of the
time we expect the same ethical treatment from each
other. But not all of my relationships have had an
ethical backbone. One man in particular pushed me to
define my rulebook very early on in my romantic life.
THE ARMY GUY
The Army guy had a bit of a beer gut, a skull-on-
fire tattooed on his arm, and an overindulgent pride in
his West city heritage; youd think I should have been
wise enough to see the warning signs before he even
opened his mouth to lure me in, but instead I opted for
learning the hard way.
I remember looking around his bedroom walls and
putting my face right up to his army medals to read the
rusty engraving. There was a beautiful picture of him in
a remote village in East Timor, holding a local child
with other children playing and smiling around him. I
proudly grinned.
It must feel good to do this sort of work in the
army, I beamed.
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Nah. My mate handed me the kid and said, Heres a
photo for your grandmother, George, he replied. Then he
tossed his head back and roared with laughter. I looked
out of the corner of my eye at him thinking to myself,
What a public relations nightmarethis guy is a clown.
But at least he was honest about the photo.
Georges family were all intertwined with the army,
it was drilled into them in their upbringing when they
were dressed in camouflage and given GI-Joe toys. The
women of the family stayed at home to raise the children
while the men went to war. I have no problem with
people choosing an Army life; in fact, I admire people
who can love someone enough to let them go and whose love
can withstand that level of stress. It wasnt the army
lifestyle I had the problem with, it was the rulebook
that some soldiers assumed came with their dog tags.
Its the what goes on tour stays on tour mentality
that I struggled to get my head around. The surprising
thing was that George was a noble and honest man who
eventually opened up and was candid with me when he ended
our relationship. Still, this man who was brave enough to
run through bullet-raining deserts came to me with his
tail between his legs, which may have only been to
cleanse his conscience, feeling like he was caught
between a rock and a hard place.
His weapon of choice was email: what a cop out! And
because of his ingrained code of secrecy from childhood,
what goes on tour stays on tour, he only came clean
because he had to, not because it was morally right.
And this was his moment of truth: Emma, I dont know
how to say this, I am sorry it is in an email, I justwant to be able to speak to you so you can hear me
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without getting mad. Before we got together there was a
girl, and I have just heard from her that she is
pregnant. I am so sorry this has happened, I am going to
do everything I can to fix this, but nothing needs to
change between us.
Suckered in by his candor my first thought was, Why
am I not mad at him? Then I started doing the math,
ticking the months off on my fingers. We had been
together for ten months. So it was physically impossible
for someone to have only have just become pregnant if he
was with her more than ten months ago. Plus, now, he
would have a child.
A call would have been great, I emailed back. Can
I put this to youHow can this girl you were with before
you met me be pregnant if we have been together 10
months? Basic math, George. Maybe it will help you to
count your losses. Goodbye.
Turns out one of his bar missions had resulted in a
one-night stand and a pregnancy. He eventually came clean
with me about the details, maybe thinking that a
revolutionary streak of honesty would make me see what a
good man he was. All it did was shine a comic light on
the heart-breaking act of stupidity.
And there it was. A baby to another woman, his family
wanting him to step up and take on the responsibilities
for the child, and all this to digest while hes fighting
a war in the Middle East. Poor George didnt know what to
do.
I knew straight away that I was opting out of the
relationship. Not only because of the cheating and the
inventive lie, but also because I wanted an untangled
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family.
My family already consisted of an adoptive nucleus,
birth parents, half-brothers and sistersit was a mess. I
owed myself a good shot at having a whole, natural,
normal family, and there was no chance I was going to
get it from polygamy.
George hid away in the Middle East for another four
years. I guess he found it easier to live life in a
desert away from modern reality and with little pressure
to face lifes intimate complications. I have heard that
he has since met his daughter and is playing a small but
present part in her life.
How true Daddys words were when he said:
children must look after their own upbringing.
Parents can only give good advice or put them on the
right path, but the final forming of a person's
character lies in their own hands.
Anne Frank
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~ 3 ~
PUTTING THE RULES INTO PRACTISE
My nana once said to me, "Love and magic are very
similar Emma, they both can bring a smile to someones
face but both take a lot of practice." She couldn't be
more right.
Think of how many times you have rolled your eyes,
sighed, or given an exhausted nod to shut a loved one up.
When really, we should practice our rules. Would I like
it if someone did this to me? Is this treating someone
fairly?
Love is an action word, a verb. It doesnt just
happen, and it does take effort. We have to actively
choose to love someone, to offer our love, to express a
loving comment. What a difference it would make if we
each took the time to tell our friends how much we
appreciate them: Hey, I like you, you are warm and
confident and I love spending time with you, we could
say.
How infrequently we do this, even though most of us
would like to give and receive such kindness. The truth
is, we do not have to physically say the words, we can
think it while rubbing our friends arm, we can think it
while smiling at a colleague, we just need to mentally
send love to someone for the message to be received. We
can smile with our eyes and hold someone with our smile:
it just takes practise.
After my mother passed away I looked to my father for
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additional love. I longed for him to be like Margaret,
something he was never going to be, and something I
struggled to accept.
You see, I always had something to say. There was
always something that could be discussed, talked through,
pondered over, but Dad was a man of few words. We were
complete opposites.
His common response to my initial attempts at
conversation was, Okee-dokee.
THE FIRST MAN IN MY LIFE TO LOVE ME
The best teacher for me in practising the rules of
patient engagement is my relationship with my father. It
is only recently that we have found some sort of middle
ground, since my over-opinionated stance on life does not
fit well with his stubborn traditional outlook. In fact,
sparks have flown in the past and it is amazing that we
have any relationship today, since at one time our
relationship almost resembled a magic trickas in, when
the cute bunny vanishes from the magicians hatour
relationship almost went poof!
I am proud to say we managed to crawl our way through
the trenches of opinions and step over our stubborn
views, and it is solely due to that golden rule:
acceptance, with a dash of tolerance. Yes, we all clench
our teeth or roll our eyes at our parents at some time,
and this is normal. This is simply how we grin and bare
it.
Buddhism has wise practises to emulate. When you
allow yourself to calm down and look at someones view
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knuckled grip on the handrest, and the occasional
outburst of Jesus! that he was uncomfortable,
especially when the car made a sharp jolt, bunny hop, or
stall as I fumbled with mastering the clutch and gas
pedal balance.
Alright Emma, I think we have had enough for one
day. My neck has taken all the jolts it can handle and
youre just going to get more frustrated, he said on one
of our driving sessions, and stiffly stepped out of the
car rubbing his neck. We will come back next weekend, he
stated decisively. I looked at the road ahead, still
determined, still gripping the steering wheel. I wanted
to learn how to drive so thats what I was going to do!
Click. My fathers head snapped around just in time
to see the automatic door locks go down. I will never
forget the ghostly look on his face in that moment. I
raised my eyebrows and gave him a mocking look of shock
through the car window and then smugly tried to take off
down the road.
Needless to say, I gave up after a few lurches and
stalls as I struggled unsuccessfully to shift into second
gear. I could see my fathers face in the rear view
mirror and it was red with anger. Giving up, I got out of
the car giggling, but quickly put my head down when I saw
my dad glare down his nose through his glasses at me, his
signature dont push me girl, look.
We got back into the car, both slamming our doors and
with me in the passenger seat this time, and clicked our
seat belts. As he smoothly put the car into gear and
eased us onto the road he said calmly, Another stroke of
genius Emma; you cant rush these things, they takepractise. Very restrained.
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Everything we learn in life is hard to begin with:
walking, talking, driving, love. My relationship with my
father has never been particularly easy. My mother was
always the mediator and so after she passed on we really
did enter a cold warpatiently but barely being tolerant
with each other.
My father and I managed to walk the tightrope of
common ground. There was a bit of tongue-biting, moments
of teeth grinding, and amidst the balancing act came
smiles, laughter, and understanding. I have accepted that
my father and I are two different people, but he is the
man who has loved and raised me, and from his opposite
ideals about love I would learn a lot about myself and
essentially grow into the woman I am today. And even
though we havent always seen eye-to-eye he has been the
best father I could have ever dreamed of; he has taught
me tolerance, acceptance, forgiveness and a new way to
understand and appreciate that love comes in many forms.
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Our egos tell us were the only ones that have any
kind of feelings. Were the only ones with a
relationship. Were the only ones with family. You
know, I think that if you kill a spider, there is a
relationship that youre ruining.
Ellen Degeneres