I've always been a very open person. For some of my friends growing up, and even now, maybe a little too open and personal. :D Luckily I married into a very open family, so it has always worked in my favor! You'd be surprised at how open the Australian culture is...I think I've seen my mother and sister in law naked more than I have of myself!
However, when I share the story of how I was introduced to essential oils I feel myself avoiding some of the details and memories. Because, the love a daughter has for her mother is indescribable. It's only now, that I am a mother, that I understand my mothers love for me is beyond relatable.
The summer of my sixth grade year I knew something wasn't right with my mother. Between her snapping her leg due to numbness in her left foot, and not being able to bend down to sweep up the dust off the floor, it was obvious something was off. Fast forward to 2007, with her symptoms only getting worse, she was diagnosed with something I only knew of as death. With family members dying from this autoimmune disease I thought for sure she wouldn't be around for long.
Luckily, there had been many people we had known who had received success from a doctor in Mexico! With the support and recommendation from her doctor here in the states my mom was on the first flight out, with half of our families savings in her pocket ready to try anything that would offer her time and help. After the first treatment she was already seeing improvement! As a daughter, I had never felt so much relief! Not for long though.
One year later my hard working father lost his trucking business.
With treatments costing upwards of $5,000 we simply didn't have the money. My mothers health began to decline. Once again she had to call for me to come sweep the dust up off the floor, it took her hours to get out of bed in the morning due to her dizziness. I remember hearing a couple of my friends mention they would go on hikes and be active with their moms. I on the other hand was just trying to help keep my family together. I distinctly remember writing in my journal one night, "I don't think my mom will live very much longer. I wish I could go with her."
As a young daughter, with my mother as my BEST friend, I couldn't imagine life without her. How does a teenage girl live without her mom in a house full of boys? I had no answer for that.
One day after school I saw a friendly face in our kitchen talking to my mom about Frankincense. "What in the world?", "No one knows what that is, Dave." Were the things going through my mind. Frankincense and Peppermint essential oil for my moms disease? Um...yeah no. It doesn't work like that. To be honest I didn't even know my mom was really using the oils after that afternoon in our kitchen. Apparently my mom had bought an essential oil right then and there because essential oils don't cost $5,000, compared to our alternative. When I did find out she was using them I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why? Why was she wasting her money on these "snake oils" and not saving it for the treatment that actually worked? I'll have you all know, I was a good daughter and didn't say these things out loud! Ha!
Now that I'm a mother, with another soul and child to think about, I understand. I get it. Every mother understands it's never about yourself once you bring another human into this world. My mom wasn't thinking about herself, she was thinking about all the softball and baseball games she would miss out on between me and my brothers. She was thinking about the corsages she would never see on my wrist on Prom night, late night pillow talk every young girl needs to survive catty teenage girls, the "I do's" all her children hadn't said yet, and ultimately the grandchildren she wouldn't be able to help raise. Because we all know it takes a village to raise a child, not just a mother and father.
After about three months my mother using the Frankincense and Peppermint my mother wasn't calling for me to come help sweep the dust off the floor after dinner time and on Saturday mornings. When her alarm clock went off she was able to get up after 10 minutes instead of 90, her deep muscle tremors were now just slight muscle pain, and the life loving, country bumpkin, middle aged woman I was afraid wasn't going to be able to help me pick out a wedding dress was now able not only to live life, but ENJOY living her life.
Because of DoTERRA I believe I am able to have my mother not only in my life, but my Wild Bills life as well. Dramatic? Bit much? Too far? Well, you watch a loved ones, a mother none the less, health deteriorate and tell me you wouldn't be grateful for the gifts this earth provides for us!
I don't share and give these oils to individuals because I want to "make money" or "get rich quick". That's not what this is about! What I want is to help a young girls mother overcome a disease, relieve the sleep deprived mother whose colicky 6-week old baby hasn't slept longer than 10 minute his whole life, give the postpartum, anxious, sad, hormonal mom some alternative options because she knows there isn't very many medications a mother is willing to take, because bless her heart she's determined to breast feed her baby until he's one year.
Being able to give to others is something I love doing because somewhere out there...is a mother, sister, or daughter who needs it.