Today, I woke up to the consistent chant of ‘mama, mama, mama, mama, mama..’ I jumped up, and looked at the time on my phone: 5:37AM.
Ugh.. I was forced to drag myself out of bed, down the hall to my sleepy crying toddler (no tears though, just a loud consistent chant of ‘mama’ until I picked him up, brought him close and rubbed his back.
About 2 hours later, I get a knock on my door with a small voice seeping through the wood “mama, I’m hungry, can we have breakfast?” with no sleep turning back, this time I decided I’d get all the way up, out of bed, but not out of my pajamas to make it downstairs to the kitchen with 3 children following me.
***On a Saturday morning, I envision a quiet, long sleep-in kinda day, a lazy morning. One where I can listen to my morning meditation cd, with a bit of incense burning, some morning yoga and take my time making it downstairs to make a green smoothie for breakfast. *** This is what life was like before all three came into my life, now its a distant memory of my past …
So I get to the kitchen and I decide to make breakfast, feed the littles, wash their dishes, and found myself making chai for myself, a cooked hot lunch for them, and felt compelled to make their dinner as well. So much time had passed, I looked up and it was near noon, lunch and dinner all prepared and ready by 12 noon. Five hours later I found myself still in the kitchen cooking and cleaning, finishing up the last details of our meals for the day. I thought to myself, wow!
This MUST be my reminder to self *unconditional* love requires doing things and pushing myself beyond tolerance, beyond ego, beyond flattery, and letting go of limitations and expectations and JUST releasing and letting love IN.
Namaste, One Love, MaatMama