"Opportunities to find deeper power within ourselves come when life seems most challenging." – Joseph Campbell
“Bloom where you are planted.” - Mary Engelbreit
"All great changes are preceded by chaos." - Deepak Chopra
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"We were made to cooperate and connect, not to compete." – Lynne McTaggart
The perpetrator, feigning innocence
Several years ago, a cat adopted us. No, I don't have that backwards, I mean SHE adopted US. She literally walked into our house one day and never left. We called her Nigella. She is adorable, and clearly knows how to get what she wants. Before her, we always considered ourselves more dog people. But now we're cat people too. Nigella is the chillest, most affectionate, low maintenance, least annoying creature on the planet....except for one small thing. She's a total serial killer.
Stevie (my mom), circa 1980 something
Mother’s day is quickly approaching and naturally, this always shines a light on the mother-child dynamic in people’s lives. I’ve read a million blog posts, articles and Facebook memes where people gush and romanticize about their relationship with their mothers. This is lovely and genuinely beautiful that some people have nothing but positive, heart swelling memories of their moms. They may remember their childhoods (accurately or otherwise) as being full of hugs, homemade chocolate chip cookies and milk, calm, lilting lullabies, heartfelt talks and bedtime stories. No word of a lie, these are some of the memories I hope my own kids have.
However, can we all just admit that this is definitely not everyone’s reality? Not everyone’s relationship to their mom’s is a Hallmark card. The truth is, a whole lot of folks had/have a tenuous relationship with their mothers. Some may be completely estranged from their moms for a whole variety of not so warm and fuzzy reasons. Some people may have lost their moms in natural or unnatural ways. Others may have a hard time relating, and not know how to, or be unwilling to, go about repairing the bond that has been damaged over time.
My kids having a crazy good time outside of school....I bet they learned something too.
Editor's note: I thought a lot about not writing this post. It strays a little from the stuff I normally write about. But...I have a blog and I guess that means I can write about whatever is poking me to write about it at the time. I'm also kind of opinionated (in case you didn't know that yet). I honestly try very hard to reel it in and not be completely obnoxious, and I do pretty well for the most part. (Those of you who know me can stop laughing now). I do a lot better than I used to anyhow. But there are certain things that I have a really hard time keeping my trap shut about. Education is one of them. So here goes....
In Brave Blogging, we were asked to write about something we collect. My collection is a messy, crazy, jumble of stuff.....which actually, makes perfect sense when I think about it.
I collect light to draw on, when the darkness surrounds me.
I collect hugs from my son that make me feel like I am doing something right.
I collect smiles and kisses from my daughter that help me remember what’s important.
I collect frogs, because they keep me mindful of healing and sensitivity and remind me that transformation is not always pretty or comfortable, but always worth it.
Today, I feel like a failure because I told my kid too much sugar isn't good for her. Half an hour later, she was exercising in her room because she said she doesn’t like her body and that when she looks at all her friends, they’re skinnier than her. She’s 8. Only 8 dammit! Even though I NEVER diet or talk about weight or calories or any of it.....she has clearly been influenced by the dark side, and I feel powerless.
In the Brave Blogging course I'm taking, with the amazing Andrea Scher, we're learning how to capture the small moments. I'm realizing that there is so much meaning in the small, everyday moments. A series of small moments all strung together, is what makes a life. The little things definitely matter.