Coach Charley Brown

Sometimes the person who’s been there for everyone else needs someone to be there for them.

As most of you know, I delivered all three of my children very premature and all of them were admitted into the Neo Natal Intensive Care Unit, (NICU) with health issues. It was a terrifying, isolating time, full of challenges and struggles and these experiences taught me very quickly to appreciate each and every single minute as their mother. Their tomorrows were not promised. Are any of ours? ... I share my experiences with preemie births and the joy and pain that came with this, in my contribution in our Award Winning and Amazon Best Selling Book: Dear Time - Are You On My Side? Available as a hard cover or soft cover book, both with a workbook component inside, and include contributions from 19 female coauthors. https://goldenbrickroad.pub/p/dear-time-are-you-on-my-side I would be honored to share my journey with you all. TAG a Preemie Mom Much Love, Charleyne www.coachcharleybrown.com

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... what happens when the pregnancy you have wanted your whole life, DOES NOT GO THE WAY YOU WANTED? How prepared are you for this reality? Have you thought about it? Talked about it? Mentally wrapped your head around it? When I suddenly found myself in preterm labor, I was in shock, denial and fearful. What was happening to me? My body? What would happen to my baby? I instantly felt like a failure as a Mother, even before my baby had been born. We need to start talking an...d learning about all the realities that comes with childbirth. Society tends to gloss over the messy raw details. Its not always as easy and effortless as it is in the Movies. I am going to be the one to be very provocative and say something that goes against what a lot of women think and say: Childbirth hurts. Alot. And it's messy. Truly. There can be blood, mucus, fluid, vernix, vomit, even pee or poop. Sometimes surgery is required, an episiotomy or even the use of a vacuum. I am not trying to put fear into your mind, or scare you. I am trying to bring to awareness that childbirth is not black and white. It does not always go as planned. There are no guarantees. At all. ...... FULL ARTICLE: https://www.flourishmagazine.ca//when-your-birth-doesn-t-f

I went through people like I went through books. Compulsively. Consistently. One after the other. ... Falling in love. Shedding tears. Obsessing. Hating. Cursing. I was amused. Curious. Excited. Interested. Happy. Heartbroken. In pain. Some people like books were triology, a series, in terms of the phases of my life and our interactions. Some just stand alone books. Some got stained with my coffee. The others got away like the books you lend to friends and never get back. Most are sitting right here, on my bookshelf, most dusty yet precious. I don't read them again, but often think fondly of them. Like 442 pages, some stay in my life for 442 days. But the point is. I go through people the way I go through books. But people aren't books. I can't devour them. I can't annotate them. I can't derive my own meaning out of them. They are living, breathing souls. Deriving their own meaning out of my existence and our interactions. But that's not even the troubling part. The troubling part comes here: like books, I can't finish reading people. I can't be done with them. But I still need the next one, the new one. The one from another genre. The one I chance upon in a foreign country's independent bookstore cafe. I guess I've realized this. I've admitted it. This is my dark side. I go through people like I go through books. I used to think it's people who always leave. And I guess I was right. People do always leave. But I'm the people. I'm the one who leaves. Not literally. Not explicitly. Not painfully. But gradually, silently, in care and love. And that's more horrible, isn't it? Isn't it. www.coachcharleybrown.com

I remember the day my mom and dad sat my older brothers and me down to tell us they were getting a divorce. Even though I was just a young girl, six years old, I can remember parts of this conversation like it was yesterday. I can remember feeling itchy from the coarse fabric of our 1980s couch touching my arm. The tears rolling down my mother’s face. The heart-breaking look in my father’s eyes and giving him the longest hug before he walked out our front door. One of my bro...thers slammed his bedroom door, and the other was very silent. The horrible feeling that this must somehow be MY fault. I also remember blaming my now step-mom for the end of my parents’ marriage. I could not have been more wrong. She was not the reason my parents parted. However, I was just a child then and that was my truth. I think this position is common when children are dealing with divorce. Sometimes they blame themselves. Sometimes they blame one of the parents or their new partners. It’s simply a coping mechanism. The end of my parents’ marriage was the best thing that could have ever happened to them, but it would have been impossible to convince me of this at the time. Now, as an adult, I understand this notion much better. In some situations, divorce is a selfish choice that hurts a family and breaks it apart, but sometimes, it is a choice that is much needed and helps improve everyone’s life, health, and wellbeing. What is right for you? This is when you must listen to your gut and really examine your relationship and be honest with yourself. Is your current relationship building you up? Is it free of belittling, even in the heat of a disagreement? Is your partner gentle and patient with you, always? Do they celebrate who you truly are inspite of your idiosyncrasies? Learn to trust your intuition. It is possible to love someone and leave them....... You’ve Got This Mama, Too Signed copies available NOW

I used to think it was greedy to desire anything expensive or luxurious for myself, even something as simple as a new book. When there are homeless, starving and dying people in the world ... How can it be fair to spoil myself when there are children suffering unimaginable diseases, living in war torn areas where conflict is daily, people are starving all over the planet ... and some of my best friends are sick and in continuous pain ... How is it fair for me to spend any ene...rgy or dollar on MYSELF when this is happening ?? & then I realized I AM worthy, and that we all are meant to live in the abundance of our desires. In doing so, we raise our own vibration, which raises the vibration of the world, and then we have an even deeper and greater capacity to serve those who need us, and deserve it. Happiness is contagious friends. I so greatly encourage you to do whatever it takes, to make your SOUL smile as much as possible ... You are worthy Mama, and I AM TOO. It's time we focus on ourselves and our bookshelves - build ourselves up - so that we have an abundance of love, light and happiness to give to those who DO deserve it !!

In the increasing darkness of this season, each of us naturally seeks the light which shines around us. At the close of a year when there has been so much change, I hope you will find rest this holiday season, and ways of discovering the light in your life, your loved ones and of course your fur family. In true 2020 nature, this holiday will be unlike any other we have ever known, many of us will not be able to gather as we normally would in order to mark familiar tradition...s in the usual way. May this season be a time to recognize light and hope, and a renewal of body, mind and spirit.

We wish you the greatest of Holidays, be it Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or misoka. Many people won’t be able to enjoy the holiday season with their loved on...es, or travel as originally planned this year. Being extra empathetic and caring towards those who remain in our communities contributes to the wellness of us all. If you or someone you know needs additional support during the holidays, please do not hesitate to reach out to us. We offer outreach digitally, in person, and even anonymously. It is OK not to be OK! You are never alone. https://www.sooketransitionhousesociety.com/outreach