Instead of hurrying outside to play, one child paused to watch beautifully slow drips of water dance down the window. I couldn’t help but join in the wonder. I claim to teach children, in truth I have finally shed my blinders enough to see my teachers are in front of me.
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?