Some days, I lose my confidence in the choices I have made as a mama. For no reason, I question all of my 'momstincts' wondering how I might have done better. I am definitely my own worst critic. I think that this harsh self scrutiny is a symptom of a bigger issue. When you are the giver, it is easy to give so much to everyone else around that there is nothing left for yourself. Recognize this for what it is.
Be compassionate, to yourself too.
THAT LIVES IN US
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land –
that sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer's rack of the past and the future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear – to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
~ Rumi ~
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