
"Sticky hands. Refusing to share. Temper tantrums. Whining. Unreasonable demands. Short attention span. Mood swings. High-pitched shrieking. Picky eating. Choosing her own clothes. Putting on those clothes v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y.
She is three years old and she isn't always easy to deal with, despite my morning yoga and meditation routine and lots of chocolate therapy.
Her name is Mayumi. It is a Japanese name meaning strength, reason, and beauty. She was born on a Sunday morning after six hours of hard labor, but we had worked for 7 years before that to get her here. Like many, we struggled with fertility issues and were one of the lucky ones to finally be successful. All babies are miracles, so how can I claim that more so than others? I can't, but I can tell you how she's changed my life and what I love about being her mama.
I love witnessing the wonder she exhibits whenever she learns something new.
I love the sheer joy she exudes when she plays, and the raw, unencumbered spirit within her.
I love how she is the perfect synthesis of me and her daddy (my true love); I love seeing the best parts of us manifest in her.
I love the way she calls me Mama and holds my hand and nuzzles into my shoulder before she sleeps.
I love her hugs.
I love who I am with her and because of her, how all my personalities and roles have been magnified and re-examined; Mama seems to encompass artist, activist, musician, teacher, healer, friend, homemaker, explorer, writer, warrior, yogini...
I love how she inspires me to be better than I am.
I love how I've explored all sorts of new things (homeschooling, attachment parenting, EC, urban homesteading, blogging, etc.) because of her.
I love that she motivates me to operate in this world with more patience, compassion and mindfulness.
And best of all, I love that she still loves me even though I take myself so seriously and am constantly and consistently messing up. She reminds me that happiness and beauty is there in every moment if I take the time to recognize and enjoy it.
There are times I feel defeated and overwhelmed, yes. She is three years old. But... I kind of love it. All. Being a mama rocks."