It's Mothers' Day. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about how fast it all happens. My kids are so big now. This picture was taken almost seven years ago, and it feels like about five minutes instead. There's a saying that absolutely nails it: "The days are long, but the years are short."
I remember the day in the picture. We were at a park. It was a new-to-them-park that we visited with my cousin Nicky and her son Wyatt. The kids loved all the climbing and sliding and swinging stuff that they'd never been on before. They were very busy with all the fun, and I did a lot of swing pushing and standing below with my arms up to catch anyone who was about to fall from the climbing stuff. (No one fell.) The popsicles melted immediately. The kids were so messy, and they loved how messy they were. Nicky and I got to talk while the other three ran around. They were filthy with good dirt and tired on the ride home. I remember it as a really good day.
Now, they are big. Delaney is just beginning to babysit other people's little kids. She keeps talking about high school being less than two years away for her. Aidan is a big kid. He doesn't sit outside the bathroom door anymore with his hand beneath it, fingers patiently tapping, waiting for me to come back out to read to him or to play or to make lunch. (I so wish I'd taken a picture of that suntanned little boy hand with pudgy fingers peeping out from under the bathroom door.)
I wonder how my mom felt as my sister and I slowly/super fast grew up. Did she watch herself get older? Did she have that tinge of freedom that comes with having kids who can do for themselves (complemented by the tinge of regret that hits me right after)? That push and pull of motherhood is constant. Sometimes it's quiet, but it's always there. It's a different Mothers' Day this year, one without my mom here on earth. I will remember all the good things I learned from her about how to be a mom and how to enjoy the people we love. Mothers' Day is bittersweet. It helps us celebrate, but it is also punctuated with loss. It's a day for reminiscing and for feeling gratitude.
Peace and Joyful Purpose is my Sankulpa....my life's intention. I have other sankulpas that come to the forefront off and on too, but this is the big one for me. In terms of motherhood, that "joyful purpose" part helps me to get through the myriad mundane mom tasks (making lunches, doing laundry, grocery shopping) by trying to remember to think about the bigger picture. Visualizing my son finding the Hershey kiss in his lunch as I pack it or thinking about my daughter snuggly warm in her soft wool hoodie that I am folding are two things that help me to be more joyful in my purpose as a mom doing my mom things. "Peace" helps me to get through the sometimes frustrating algebra homework with my daughter or when I need to remind my son to slow down and check his work for the umpteenth time.
Again, yoga saves the day by reminding me to appreciate the long days which will quickly morph into long-ago taken pictures that tug at my heartstrings.
If you are a mom, Happy Mothers' Day to you. If you are not, I wish for you a happy day with or remembering your own Mom. And let's not forget Mother Earth. Treat her well today especially.
Wishing you a peaceful week,