“From Hurt to Healing: The Hidden Meaning of Being My Mother’s ‘Little Opossum’”

Growing up, my mother had the cutest, warmest nicknames for her children — nicknames that felt like love, hugs, royalty, and sweetness.

My brother Jeremy was her little Bubba.
My sister Sarah was her Sunshine.
My brother Josiah was her King.

And then there was me.

I was her little Opossum.

I know — most people laugh when they hear that.
And as a child, I laughed on the outside too… but inside, it felt different.

For many years, that nickname quietly hurt my spirit and made me feel ugly.  Let's be realistic, who wants to be compared to rodent like creature. 
I felt like the odd one out, the strange one, the child whose name didn’t shine like my siblings. While everyone else had soft, sweet titles, I felt like the wild card. But life has a way of circling back and revealing the truth when you’re ready for it.

The Message That Changed Everything

One day during meditation, a clear message came through:

“Look up the spiritual meaning of the opossum.”

I didn’t know what I was about to walk into.
I just followed the nudge.

And what I discovered transformed a childhood wound into a profound spiritual revelation.

The Opossum: A Symbol of Strategy, Survival, and Divine Intelligence

Opossums are not silly, weak, or meaningless creatures.
They are medicine animals, deeply symbolic in the spiritual world.

Here is what the opossum represents:

✨ Strategic Survival

✨ Resilience & Adaptability

✨ Energetic Disguise & Discernment

✨ Rebirth & Transformation

Reading these traits, something inside me softened.
This wasn’t an insult.
This wasn’t a joke.

This was a truth about who I was.

What Healed Me Most: Opossums Are Exceptional Mothers

As I kept researching, one part stopped me in my tracks — and healed something I didn’t even know still needed healing.

Opossums are remarkable mothers.

Here’s what I found:

✨ They carry up to 13 babies at once

✨ They are fiercely protective

✨ They nurture their babies longer than most wild animals

✨ They sacrifice comfort for safety

✨ They teach independence at the right time

When I read that, everything clicked.

My mother didn’t give me the odd nickname.
She gave me the nickname that matched my spirit, my journey, and my purpose — long before I ever understood it myself.

She saw the resilient one.
The intuitive one.
The protector.
The one who would mother others with strength and spiritual wisdom.
She saw the woman who would rise again and again, nurturing, guiding, and carrying others even when she was carrying heavy things herself.

She saw me.
Even when I didn’t see myself yet.

I wasn’t the “strange” one.
I was the one with warrior energy, mother energy, healer energy.

I was her little Opossum — and now, I wear that name with honor.

Thank you Mom

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