We're not perfect OR we're perfect just the way we are. My son arrived into the world with this affirmation. He's now a few hours away from being 4 years old. This day, and the hours before he glowed into our lives remains stamped- forever. But what did I know about being a mother or a parent? And has that really changed after almost 4 years?
Nope, not really. I've come to realize that all my experiences are equal to a Practice. Just like practicing yoga on the mat, Life is a practice off the mat. We are always in a practice to meet our best selves. This has been my experience as a mother, parent, business owner, yoga student and as a teacher. The process of learning doesn't cease and therefore the practice of practicing continues; and through this practice I have realized a more relaxed motherhood.
I believe falling, failing and making mistakes are opportunities to grow. They provide space, a pause; to stop, look, think and process or simply reflect and practice until we're ready for the next step. Being a parent is the toughest job I have had thus far. Allowing myself to always be in inquiry has helped me breathe through the more challenging days where transitions and bedtime are super elastic. Just knowing that no matter the outcome, I'm always trying my best to reach my perfect self.
Motherhood has lead to a new self discovery. His spirit is larger than his body and my love for him is deeper than my soul. He Is My Light.
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Aashumi Shah
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I'm a textile designer and the founder of mirasa design. I love day dreaming, standing on my head, reading and of course my glass of Malbec. Married to a public defender and mom to a terrific kiddo. We are the Ecua-Indians of Washington D.C.
I think we started reading to our son from the first day of his life. Of course we were following Baby Center's advise on early reading and diligently incorporating a book into his bedtime routine with hope of a good night's rest. But it was also one of our favorite things to do with our baby.
The other day, as I was walking down our neighbourhood sidewalk full of crunchy vermillion, ochre and brown leaves I noticed beautiful leaf impressions. Just as I was about to take a photo to keep this impression forever in my digital memory box I decided to hold it in my heart.
This weekend motherhood got the better of me, what was supposed to be a fun filled weekend with adventure and memories, turned into a miserable few days with me eating chocolate in my bathroom because where else can you go to be alone right? I thought I was doing everything right; I made all her favorite foods, of which she refused to eat none. We then took out all her favorite toys to play with but she wasn’t having any of it, the more toys came out the more screams she let out.
Aashumi Shah
Author
I'm a textile designer and the founder of mirasa design. I love day dreaming, standing on my head, reading and of course my glass of Malbec. Married to a public defender and mom to a terrific kiddo. We are the Ecua-Indians of Washington D.C.