i believe there was a time in my past — i took up space. i would stand my ground for something, i suppose.
these evenings lately i am content with being invisible. i take up only the smallest share of our bed i slip in hoping to go unnoticed wonder again why it takes me so long each night to find my way into this happiest of places i am filled with such peaceful gladness my body confined to the narrowest edge of the mattress or crescent-moon-shaped around you a balancing act between you and the cat your tiny body i am bursting filled with gratitude for the serene simplicity abundant tranquility and this minuscule allowance one joyful, invisible me.
the man at the coffee shop buys my son and i a chocolate chip cookie. kindness without hesitation. smiles at passersby, Happy New Year, to strangers. we fumble that extra few seconds to find spare change for those in need, eagerly hold doors open and allow that speeding car to cut in our lane at the last second. we wave him in, graciously. we eat slowly with gratitude and make healthier choices. our glasses spill over with hope. we have such pure intentions. we believe that we are capable of so much. of anything. anything is possible. we tell each other, This is Your Year.
all i want for Christmas is you to always feel worthy to know you are perfect already just as you are you don't need to strive or search for anything outside of yourself you are totally and wholly complete you don't need to add anything or be anything else you already are.
if you forget this don't fret we all forget sometimes that we are divine beings born out of love created by and for love and love is here to remind us always to come back to ourselves our true selves you are loved you are worthy you belong here you. are. you already are.
you're growing every day, my love growing in your sleep wish time would stretch along with you babies just don't keep you'll notice, love, this growth can be a bit of ebb and flow a loop de loop, or uphill climb so many ways to grow you will grow big, of that i'm sure you will grow taller too your hands will grow to hold your dreams feet too, to carry you sometimes you'll grow in a straight line or wiggle right along you'll feel you've mastered growth and then grow more, finding you're wrong you'll grow to reach what you desire you'll grow your insides too expand your mind, enlarge your heart you're growing into you later, if growth gets messy, love challenges what you know trust yourself, you've got this there's no wrong ways to grow.
my son says repeating what he's heard somewhere to him heaven is a feeling a cozy spot a warm nook wrapped in a blanket or his mother's arms it's heaven here means this feels good i feel safe i am loved the word heaven does not yet conjure up notions of an afterlife in the clouds a judgement day angels and long white-bearded men it's a sensation in his body it's a moment it's his favourite meal heaven is right here where we are here on earth i hope he never learns another way to think about it it's heaven here
you are three-and-a-half and just perfectly so my simplest requests usually met by your no you are testing each limit and pushing them too each boundary i set has to stand up to you you assert yourself daily needing to be heard losing your patience should i miss a word tidal waves and tsunamis of emotions blow in second later, clear skies and your megawatt grin you are just as you should be you are perfectly you a marvelous display a toddler through and through i would not change a thing have it some other way each milestone you leap over each turbulent day and oh, how I loved you when you were two but there’s so much you do now then, you couldn’t do and oh, how I loved you when you were one but you won’t hear me saying that one was more fun each new year brings new magic and a new little you think i can’t love you more then with each year, i do you are three-and-a half and just perfectly so you’re here showin’ Mama how to let go how to just be see i’m learning you know! you are changing so much, i love watching you grow. you are three-and-a-half, and just perfectly so.
we teach our children the way we think the world should be we show them the way we believe the world could be
we teach our children to be curious. we teach them kindness and gentleness. we tell them of their own innate goodness. we teach our children to pay attention: the call of a bird, a dog barking, the moon; we teach them patience and acceptance. we teach our children that all their feelings are welcome, it’s safe here, you are loved. we say to them, this is a beautiful place, isn’t it? look at the sun my love, did you know when it rises here it sets in Thailand? listen to the sound of the snow crunching under your feet squish the mud with your fingers trace your name in the sand listen. did you hear that? it’s the sound of the wind a train a helicopter. we let time stand still and we exist in that moment only, with them. we play, we laugh, we sing so much. (we never knew we would sing so much.) we teach them to be themselves. we tell them they can be whatever they want to be in this world. we tell them to listen to their hearts their bodies their inner wisdom. we don’t want to lay it on too thick, but we tell them to listen to their true selves. shhhhh… listen.
we believe in magic, with them. with them, we don’t hold back, we are unconcerned, we are not self-conscious. (the singing for example, we really didn’t know there would be so much singing.)
we are reminded daily, almost hourly really, of how incredible and abundant and miraculous life here really is. that they are that. that life and our constant little reminder. we try to convey this to them on a long drive home one afternoon during the why why why phase every three-year-old goes through. but, well, just end up singing a song about the sun, the moon and the stars. shhhh… can i tell you a secret? you are that, my love.
i am the name you exhale in your sleep.
a comforting place
and a promise i’ll keep.
i’m a shout, i’m a whisper,
a plea, a demand.
the one always waiting as you reach out your hand.
if you’re proud
or afraid
or you just want to share;
any way that you say it, my attention is there.
i’m the place you are heading
and where you started from.
for now and forever
the one you call Mom.
mama musings 