A Birthday Space for Healing

I have to admit, I don’t love my birthday. It’s not about getting older, not really. For me, it’s about missed opportunities and things not done. I fear not doing something great with my life.

And then I look into my child’s eyes.

What is greatness? What is worth? Something must change…I feel it to the depth of the marrow in my bones, this year I will not let myself be taken on a tidal wave of sadness and regret.

How can I when I look into my child’s eyes?

Fame, fortune, money, worth, value…they all swirl and move together, indistinguishable in the fray.

And yet, when I lay my head down at night, what comes to mind? What comes to your mind? When I laugh with my kid and run down the hall, playing hide-and-go-seek…I pause. This is the real grittiness of life. This is it. This is what makes life, extraordinary.

The mundane is the sacred, it is…the thing!

It simply does not get better. Laughing with full abandonment. Breathing deeply. Loving. Running. Moving.

I am here, in this space, stretching into a newness that parenthood brings, unexpectedly. And wonderfully. And painfully. And gloriously.

So this year, on Jan 20, as I watch all the amazing women come together across our great nation and march in protest, I will embrace a space that has eluded me until now.

A healing space.

A space of truth.

A space that is mine…and mine only.

A space that is uniquely, me…my story. The good and the bad and the ugly of it all.

What a glorious view this newly discovered space gives!

Call to action: What is your story? Write it down and celebrate all that is uniquely, you!