A Space for Motherhood

Yesterday, I awoke with the expectation of this: early yoga workout, meditation, coffee, and quiet time on the couch catching up on my reading.

Yesterday, what I got: early yoga workout…crying child when I stepped out of the shower.

And so I had a choice. How lucky I am to know that such a choice exists. Yesterday was Mother’s Day; for some, a wonderful family-filled day of sunshine and flowers, and for others, a heartbreaking day of remembrance and sadness.

It’s complicated.

But in that moment, as I was walking towards my child to comfort him, with water dripping down my back, I knew that the day was already perfect. As he reached his precious hands up to me and shouted, “Mama, hold me”, I sighed into the moment.

This is what it’s all about, and so I simply let go of what I thought would be and embraced what was.

I pulled him toward me and hugged him tightly. So. Very. Tightly.

My sweet and precious child, reminding me to let go and to be fully present in that moment.

And so I did.

And I am ever grateful for his powerful lesson.

Thank you, sweet one.

I am a Mama. And I don’t say that lightly. I know what it means and I know its power in the world; and I know how lucky I am that I get to have a sweet and precious pair of arms embrace me in the morning.

Best Mother’s Day ever!