Memories of birth
Today was my youngest sons 8th birthday. I woke with him standing next to my bed with a sweet Buddha smile and he said, “Thank you, Mom.” I said, “for what baby?” and he replies, “ For the streamers hanging in my doorway and for everything else.” He then crawled into bed with me snuggled down and went back to sleep. When we got up and i made it to my mat I was overcome with all the beautiful details of his birth. He was born at home at 5:58 am and it was just moments before the sun peaked into my bedroom to welcome him. I remembered dancing through my labor and feeling a confidence in the power that was moving through me. I remember his brother seeing him for the first time. These memories mixed with my sweet morning experience inspired a rich and powerful practice. That same power that moved through me in birth was there on my mat. Strong and courageous. Soft and allowing. And I was able to remind myself that that awesomeness is not reserved for birth only and that it is available at all times. Maybe I was emitting a high frequency of this strong, courageous, soft, and allowing power because there was an extra sweetness to our connection today, a remembering of of that first breath. A deep discussion about our Oneness that was brought on by him followed by a birthday party that was pure 8 year old fun. Then he was back for more of that mama/son connection and he was overflowing with his sweet affection. After I tucked him in for the night he called me back in and gave me one of his arrowheads, a gift, a token, a lovely gesture of his appreciation that I am his mama. And all of that quickly erased all guilt for not turning in my asana sheets that were due. Happy Birthday Aidan!
