I was gifted a beautiful bracelet years ago. It has decorated my bathroom on a jewelry hook in plain sight ever since. Only this morning did I notice the phrase etched into it, “Love this life”. What a perfect message for a day so often filled with wishful yearnings.
Our three-year-old twins are the learning how to skip count by twos at local rallies and marches. At home they shout: 2,4,6,8 we will not be ruled by hate!
Three months ago they had no idea what Washington D.C. was or what was happening in our government. Now my children are no longer innocent. While the twins ask about a bully president saying mean things, our nine-year-old has asked us about what the purpose of pussy hats is and what pro-choice means. We give answers that seem to be the best in the moment. Developmentally appropriate, but not glazing over the truth of our present reality.
This is the brave new world of parenthood. We are doing our best and trying to remember to breathe.
Our youngest one decided yesterday was a great day for a ride to the playground. Once she arrived at the slide, her monologue went something like this:Whoa, whoa, eke! This isn’t going very well. I huff and I puff and I go go go!!!!
She summed up my post inauguration feelings exactly.
Screaming up and down the court, phone capturing all her nine year old daughter’s moves, a basketball mom made her presence KNOWN this afternoon. What if we were all that focused on bringing peace to our inhabited spaces? How quickly would our worlds change?
I spent my birthday weekend on a spiritual retreat. Upon my return, our youngest met me at the door with outstretched arms. “You are!” she said joyously.
“I am what ?” I replied.
“She looked at me quizzically and repeated, “You ARE!”
“I am what? I am home? I am ready for cake? I am your mom?
She looked at me with her head cocked to one side, smiling and said once more,”You are.”
I hugged her, the days of cleansing and meditation flooded back in that moment. My three year old already knew the answer to my quest. My life isn’t about where I am, what I want, or how I identify. It is simply by being that I am most alive.
Our five year old recently proclaimed her New Year’s Revolution is to be silly every day. In a social climate like ours, this may just be the revolution we need. Who’s in?
I enjoy giving gifts however, I am not good at receiving them; even gift cards cause me angst. Our youngest daughter inherited none of that. On Christmas morning she shuddered with joy, stopping to cover her face because she could not believe her luck at receiving such stocking fineries as her very own tube of toothpaste and a package of fancy goldfish crackers.
While the other kids shared a wide range of reactions, Greta’s joy was palpable regardless of the item at hand. I can only hope to someday receive her gift of receiving.