Being Mommy

To me, being a mother means sharing the most mundane parts of my day with two little people who are still very near to God, not yet trained in the ways of the world and its Ego-driven rules and expectations.

Every day, these two little people shower me with unconditional love and pure adoration. They trust me with their health and happiness, and look to me to teach them about 'the ways' on this planet: how to manoeuvre through this strange world of ours. And I know that, as a parent, my roles is to teach them to live and thrive independently on this planet. Ironically, they have taught me more about this life than anyone else ever could. These two little people have taught me about myself, compassion, patience, passion, and what it really means to be alive in this world today.

I thank you, Lennox and Lachlan, for blessing me with the gift of being your mom. I thank you for laughing at all my silly jokes, and not judging me for having a laundry-room full of dirty clothes and closets empty of clean ones. I thank you for forgiving me, in the blink of an eye, for the mistakes I make. You have taught me about forgiveness and the power of the present. You know, I bought The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle when Lennox was born, but was too sleep deprived to read it. If only I had known that Lennox and Lachlan would model the tenants of that book for me and teach me its wisdom through their actions- I would have saved twenty bucks.

My darling boys, I thank you for putting your tiny hands in mine, every day, and trusting me as I take you on my adventures. You make trips to the coffee shop so much better than they could ever be and ever were. You make a drive to the grocery store fun because you belt out pirate songs. You make the lineups at the checkout extremely hazardous and very stressful, but I truly love every moment of it because if you were not there my mind would be wasted on useless information about the Kardashian family.

When I was a single gal, walking by day and dancing by night, reading Deepak and pondering life's mysteries over coffee with my friends; I believed that women who defined themselves as 'Mother' were placing a rigid label on themselves; neglecting their other attributes and caging themselves in a label that defined a singular role/profession. I attributed this to the fact that they had clearly lost themselves in 'being Mommy'. Only now, I realise one does not lose oneself in motherhood- a woman both earns the right to call herself "Mom/Mother" (much like a PhD is earned) and is blessed with the title mother (much like a natural blond is blessed).

Our human souls desire and require expansion, freedom, and flight.  Becoming a mother gifts each woman with the chance to truly expand her soul.

Thus, defining oneself as 'Mother' is knowing your soul is expanding, knowing you are blessed to soar above all that is mundane and earthly, to see the truth of this life and the truth of love. Becoming "Mommy" is having wings and taking flight, indeed the furthest thing from a cage.

Namaste and Happy Mother's Day

pale

if it fits to pale yourself in tender flowers and eyelet ribbons, then so it is.
i cannot cloth you in anything but what you feel within.

an open smile from a stranger, scratches the ice thin surface-
'twould sink, warm and ice crumble
coming, if only, from him.
i wait my tea and steep it boiling, water over me.
i watch, i wither seasons stumble wonder where i'll be.
alas the day arriveth-
but i am there no more,
what is left is a distant shadow,
watch it dance across the floor.