I can show up and expand beyond any limits I believe I have.
Mamas are forged from what should have broken us but didn’t.
As adults, we have the opportunity, the obligation, to hold every child we meet..
Hold space, hold connection, hold encouragement, hold strength, hold calm, hold their hand.
“We’re all just walking each other home.”
-Ram Dass
I am a lover of song and music, but now I dance through their eyes.
I am more concerned with the joy than how I look doing it.
Do you notice that after having children, you and your husband hit the dance floor at weddings with less or no shame?
(This may only apply to those of us without the gift of rhythm–haha).
The nostalgia of revisiting favorite childhood movies!
I just told my girls this morning, listening to “Here Comes The Sun” in the car, “We are going to watch The Parent Trap next!”
Did anybody else hold on to that scene where Hallie rummages through her mom’s vanity?
Productivity.
I mean … the number of things mamas accomplish before 10am!
Productivity is in the eye of the beholder.
Some of us think cleaning the entire house is productive. Some of us think an hour of somersaults is productive.
Both are right.
Happiness is the simple things.
I will admit that my children have shown more excitement for a drive with the windows down
than they have for expensive theme park days.
Everything is a season.
As humans, we live in the rhythm of the seasons.
Being a Mama has connected me with what the universe already knows — nothing is permanent.
Ebb and flow because this version of my children, of me, of my family, is fleeting and blooming.
I owe it to myself to walk my own path.
It’s easy to compare ourselves.
But when I look at children. When I look at a group of children. I see every budding, unique possibility.
It seems so obvious to nurture their uniqueness, encourage them exactly as they are, and remind them to embrace their own path, but what if I looked at myself as I look at my children?
What if I found the confidence, for my 5 year old self, to walk my own path ?
Wear the fancy dress.
Or don’t. Sometimes the priority is how we feel, not what is expected from us.
I’ve heard several parents with grown children say they wish they had say yes a bit more often.
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Woke up this morning looking for poetry in chaos.
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