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by Sherrie Laryse
In 2012 my husband and I agreed it was time to start a family. I was excited.
Over the course of a year, I downed hundreds of pre-natal supplements, put myself on a cardio regime, had acupuncture, massage, Chinese herbs and homeopathy. I started Yoga for Fertility classes and hypnosis sessions.
Eighteen months in we visited the IVF clinic to ensure nothing was fundamentally wrong. The doctor suggests we give ourselves six months naturally and if I’m not pregnant by July 2014, then we would start IVF. The pressure was on.
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I started acupuncture again and booked cranio-sacral sessions. I saw a counsellor to make sure there were no subconscious blocks about becoming and being a mother, parenting with my husband, etc.
One month, out of fun, we decide to have sex every single day.
July 2014 arrived. IVF Alarm bells were loud.
August 2014. Just wait one more month. September. October.
By the end of 2014 I made the decision that I wasn’t doing IVF. A massive weight of unconscious stress lifted from my whole being.
I started guided meditations about falling pregnant, healthy wombs, lots of healthy eggs.
I gave up coffee. I read Better Pregnancy and The Body Ecology Diet and applied everything I read. I booked myself into Far-Infra Red Saunas.
I completed a course on Low-Tox Living and tweaked my whole existence into natural and organic. I had Tapping and EFT sessions.
Still an empty womb.
The next month I cried to my husband like I hadn’t cried before. Not because I wasn’t pregnant, but because I was glimpsing the reality of never knowing myself as a mother. We all grow up with a sense of knowing who we are and I always knew myself as a mother. I knew it. I was now mourning the concept I held of myself. On the lounge, heaving my breaths from crying, I was feeling into a new reality, adopting a whole new version of myself that was different to the person I thought I was. To lose yourself is the most vulnerable feeling I’ve ever experienced.
October 2015. We wake up to the smell of freshly home-baked bread. Our home smells delicious and we stay in bed being husband and wife, eventually getting up for a shower. We move around each other together in the kitchen like synchronised swimmers. He cuts the bread, I reach over and smell it while I put the kettle on. He gets out the tea bags and as he lowers the tea-bags I slide the mugs in under them. I get out the butter while he is reaching for the vegemite. We poetically make breakfast without commenting on the beautiful dance that’s going in in our kitchen. The clarity of the whole routine mentally slaps me.
For the first time, I appreciate just how damned good our world is, just the way it is.
Something shifts deep within.
I slip into a beautiful meditation and visualise something that is so inspiring to me, as a life to lead, that I have tears running down my face. This vision is where I want to take my life. Maybe there’s a baby in it and maybe there isn’t, but the void has broadened to a much bigger picture now and I realise that my legacy can be much more significant than someone who looks like me.
Over Christmas I let the new version of me linger in the background, wondering how to progress the concept. By February I am honing in and make the decision that I want to work with high school aged students.
Suddenly it feels almost selfish to raise only my own children when there are literally thousands in Australia alone who could use energy that I, as a non-parent, have available to give.
April 2016 I started in a mentoring program working with teenage girls. I’m paired with a girl named Eloise. We hit it off well and on our second meeting it occurred to me that she’s so well balanced (at least on the surface), that I actually feel a little redundant in this mentoring relationship. In the middle of the night, when senses are heightened and emotions are amplified, my feelings of being unneeded swelled as I mourned this opportunity to feel like a parent. I realised that it was me who completely needed Eloise more than she needed me.
The next day Eloise opened up to me a little about some of the challenges she’d been facing and it was a hug to my ears that maybe she might need me too, even if only as someone to admit things to.
Now that I’m in this program I recognise that I want more. I whole-heartedly appreciate the path I’m on. I’m ready to dedicate my energy to working with people who know there’s a great life out there for them if they can only figure out how to access it.
It’s certainly not the case that I’ve completely turned my back on having children – not at all, not in my heart. But in the process of ‘trying’ and moving through this challenge of mine, I’ve realised that the challenge itself really was mine to own: my education, my vehicle to move me from where I was to where I intuitively wanted to be, my understanding of the way I can contribute to the world.
I’ve realised our challenges aren’t necessarily our obstacles. They can be gifts to carry us to bigger visions for ourselves, bigger lives, bigger contributions. They’re steering devices aiming us toward our purpose. I feel all of my life experiences accrued to qualify me for this role if I dared to think so grand about myself. I thought it was going to play out in children of my own, but I now appreciate that it’s so much more than that. I feel as if I just woke up to my true purpose in this life to work with hundreds of people trying to figure out their way.
I have both lost and found myself during this emotional expedition and I now have nothing but appreciation and gratitude for every twist and turn that helped me to arrive here. I truly feel that I am here to serve humanity and I now have the capacity to do so.
About the author:
Sherrie Laryse is a writer and mentor who lives in Sydney, Australia. Sherrie has spent 10 years studying human behaviour, neuro linguistics and applying everything she’s learned along the way, positioning herself as a leading teacher on how to process emotions. Sherrie helps people process their external environment in order to control their internal environment with the aim of living their full potential. She mentors teenagers and adults in a one on one environment and additionally shared her wisdom via online programs which are designed to help people resolve guilt, blame, self-judgement and her signature program, Eudaimonia, designed to help people draw out the truth of their purpose in this life.
For Sherrie, life is a fluid gift that reshapes itself as we change our perceptions. It is this philosophy that gives rise to Sherrie’s grounded wisdom and ultimate inspiration to others. Her website is: https://www.sherrie.com.au/online-programs