I don’t pretend to have anything new to say about Motherhood, it’s such a universal experience. But I’m super tired and achy today from a rough work week and am feeling a bit raw–often a good vantage point for the vividness of a particular moment…
As I decompress here in a tub filled with the funny lavender bath salts my 4 year old (very sweetly) made for me at school this week, she and her Dad are downstairs noodling on our new, yet still un-tuned, piano. As he awkwardly wanders through a phrase of Beatles, then into some Tom Waits, then a maybe a little Cat Power (?) and a bit of Happy Birthday, she’s accompanying him with a constant stream of silly, earnest, and sure vocals. The entire moment is altogether clumsy and beautiful. It’s the perfect soundtrack to my soak in the tub.
I’m truly lucky to have a life full of so many inspiring and wonderful friends and family, but these two people–they are my heart. We three together–we are my soul. And I only know this through Motherhood. Of course, it often seems like work to find the joy in this parenting thing, and we all know how profoundly messy the Mother-child relationship can be, but I’m so grateful to have learned from these two people how sacred this role is. I hope I can always make space to treasure that. As cheesy as Mother’s Day is, it’s a good day to notice and feeeeeel that. I hope I can somehow translate and inkling of this to my daughter, so she looks forward to this role if she ever chooses to step into it herself.
Happy Day to all of you Mothers out there!