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Mother's Day 2017

I just celebrated my first Mother's Day. I found myself getting anxious in the days leading up, much like I do when my birthday comes a-knockin'. For whatever reason, having a celebration centered around me, even partially, drudges up old feelings of unsettlement. I'm nervous no one will show up and say, "we're glad you were born" or, I guess, "we're glad your baby was born." No matter how much work we do on self development, we're still just fragile creatures searching for validation and love. I guess the best thing to do is accept that aspect and continue to foster our growth as peoplekind. was it?

Actually, it was wonderful. There have been hiccups in the past, as I mentioned, that have made me gun shy about accepting recognition. It's somewhat unnatural to me. But having the people in my life tell me they see me, they see my love for my son, my sacrifice, my effort and care, and casually ignore the poop smeared on my shirt, well, that's a pretty amazing thing. 

I woke up stretching and gathering my sheets around me, much like a beautiful princess in a Disney movie. Birds were chirping, the sun was barely peeking in, and I was alone. Let me just repeat that for those of you in the back. I woke up...after sleeping. The concept of waking up naturally was thought extinct around the holidays last year, so I was already considering the day a win. But then a series of incredible little miracles occurred that damn near sent me into a bout of hysteria. (Shout out to the nineteenth century!)

When I opened my bedroom door I was greeted by a happily fed, changed, and engaged child. Nothing was broken or adorned in small, indistinguishable bits of food. Breakfast was just being set on the table (shrimp and grits) and coffee was poured. All I had to do was sit and feed my face. I was then presented with the sweetest collection of gifts. Seedlings for my garden, new smudge sticks, crystals, and other goodies for my nighttime routine. But you guys, there was a handmade card from my boys that totally annihilated my heart meat. Words cannot describe my surprised giddiness. 

We spent the day in the yard and got more materials for the crazy greenhouse project my sweet husband is still pretending will work out. We had dinner with friends, stayed up way too late discussing the science and The Universe and the weirdness of its vastness. It was perfect. 

I wasn't anxious. I was completely fulfilled watching the miniature human I made with my body explore and laugh and eat dandelions. I watched the man I still call my boyfriend father our son (you guys, my ovaries), I got to share in the joy my friends find in hanging out with my baby, I got to plant things and drink alcohol before noon. I realized that I have achieved my biggest dream and I'm living it right now. Whoa. 

Thank you to all the moms. I share an incredible admiration for your relentless sacrifices, fierceness in love, your watchful nurturing, and hustle for your families. However you entered motherhood, whatever your circumstances and affinities, despite the immense pains and challenges, you did it. If you're walking alone, I applaud you. It's the hardest job in the world and I can't imagine having to do it by myself. If you're remembering a child lost, I feel you and hold you in my heart, Mama. There's nothing in the world that can prepare you for that experience and it's something I wish no one had to go through. But you are here, you are strong and beautiful, and you are a mother. If you're facing discrimination, I stand beside you. Motherhood looks different for everyone and it looks damn good on you. If you're struggling, I am too. It sounds simple, but it's the truest truth in life. We're all doing our best and guess's good enough. You are enough. I am honored to be in your company and I am blown away by the power that is The Mother. 





Mommy Wars

Being a woman is really challenging. Being a mom, in my experience, is the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm not saying dads don't struggle, because they do. But they struggle in different ways. I'm talking about the intense pressure society and other women put on each other. I'm talking about the insane, unrealistic standards we end up holding ourselves to. It's extremely hard to escape that pressure. Similac recently released a mini documentary exploring a variety of decisions new moms face today. 

The sentiments expressed are familiar. I've been shocked by the shaming that goes on, especially since we moms all know what it's like to be a mom, regardless of how we got there. It's too easy to look at an Instagram feed and see the curated images and think, "I'm a hot godamn mess." People, no one is posting the meltdowns (baby's or mom's), no one is posting real morning hair complete with bits of food or poo. Every one of us is in charge of keeping a tiny human alive and relatively unharmed. Let's try to give each other a little space and support. There's more than one method, sisters. 

Grounding Intention and Balancing Mudra

Take a couple minutes to quietly reset and invite empathy into your heart. A small disruption in your energy and activity can be a profound shift. This can take a minute or an hour. It's up to you.

1. Sit down somewhere quiet. If you can put your toes on the earth, even better. If not, stand in the bathroom or a closet for a couple minutes. Try to touch something wood or another natural material.

2. Place your hands just in front of your belly button stacked as if you were receiving something into them. Place your palms up, thumbs stacked and touching your fingertips. Women, place your left thumb on top, men, your right. The placement of the thumbs in this way is said to repress the ego and promote the natural male/female energy flow in the body. This can have a nice, balancing effect on your flow and calm your nerves. 
*Try naturally interlocking your fingers, facing your palms together. Notice the placement of your thumb. Women tend to have their left thumb on top while men generally place their right thumb on top. Yogi Bhajan (introduced Kundalini Yoga to the US) emphasized these placements for energy balance. Try it, see what you think.

3. Say these words to yourself or aloud: "I stand in my power as a mother. I am enough. We are enough."
*Dads, feel free to join in.

4. Breathe, mama. Know that you are doing your best and so are the other moms in your life. Now let's go tackle that train wreck of a diaper.

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#EndMommyWars Film by Similac US

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