Mia Mattsson Mercer

Children and Animal Warrior

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The Weight on a Child’s Shoulder

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A child’s shoulder were not built to bear the weight of their parents choices.

You cannot change what you don’t know, however, when you do know, you have a choice. It’s painful, maybe shameful, frightening, feeling alone and scared.

But you can do it! Get professional help, and do not be afraid of trying different ways. As long as your intuition, and feeling empowered grows, you will grow towards healing.

It will take time.

“You will never change your life until you change something you do daily. The secret of your success is found in your daily routine.” — John C. Maxwell–

That’s Amore!

Empower Celebrations

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💚 Marriage, engagement, pregnancy, a new child, are all amazing things to celebrate, but they are not the only things. Don’t forget to celebrate your friend who ran a marathon, who left a toxic relationship, who went back to school, rescued/adopted animal(s), who is taking steps to heal from trauma (I can go on and on 😅)

That’s Amore!

Celebrate and empower each other!

@souls-connecting borrowed most of the text

Be who you Admire without Copying

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I become the people I surrond myself with, and I choose to be around people who motivate  and push me to be a better version of myself every single day. 

I am not saying good bye to all my old friends, however, I am welcoming new friends.

Its going to be a good 2020, I have decided.

I am back in school, studying  Children’s Rights in Theory and Practise at Harvard on line.

Still rescuing Animals which will always be a big part of my life. Soon another interesting project is coming up. Structuring up my new life first.

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Privat Photo; against prostitution and trafficking Stuttgart.

Killing Thoughts

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Nothing will kill you and your plans more than your own thoughts 💭

“Womenontopp”

Me and mine pickers Sarajevo, Bosnian 2000

The Inner Voice of Anxiety

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❤️ I heard her telling the horse to stop biting its feeding bowl. I could hear the young woman’s voice becoming more and more frustrated. The horse kept biting and inhaling air.

I could feel the horse anxiety level rising rapidly, and her inhaling becoming stronger.

The young woman wasn’t bad to the horse, quite the opposite. She didn’t want the horse to get colic (or feel bad)

I knew how much she loved the horse. “If you as a person are making something out of nervousness, and someone is telling you in a harsh way to stop, repeatedly, how would you feel?” I asked the young woman kindly.

“More nervous, I guess.” she answered politely.

She smiled and removed the horse, and tied her beloved horse away from the feeding bucket while saddling her.

The horse stoped biting at the feeding place and with encouraging voice she could get her horse ready without any more problems. Her horse stood calmly.

You want to empower your horse, and your children. To continue building them up from who they are, their background and for your future together.

That’s Amore!

Be in the Moment

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To be able to visit the stable every day, is an enormous gift.

To be in the moment. Not in the past, nor in the future, but in the moment.

The stillness, hearing the horses breathing quietly, like meditation for the mind, heart and soul.

To become one with everything

That’s Amore!

My Favorite Picture

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Picture credit; Kathrin Gralla

This picture warms my heart, my mommy heart.

For some reason did I collect all (actually missing one pair that our dog ate) of my daughters riding boots.

From when she was three years-old, riding in south Italy, until now, 13 years-old in Germany.

She had a “break” from riding when she broke her femur, in a horse accident. Ollie was only 9 back then, and it was the worst evening in my life.

I asked her a couple of months later, when she got off her wheel chair, if she couldn’t consider starting playing golf!

Well no way! She got back on the horse(s) and started jumping…however, and recently she started playing polo —one kind of hitting a ball.

I am a proud mother!

That’s Amore!