R-U A Mother?

Any conflict you see or experience in the outside world is a projection of your ego. In truth, the world is completely at peace and you project your fear of peace onto the world. You don't want to resolve your inner conflict, but you do want to get it away from yourself. So, you project it onto other people and think that 'they' are the ones who are causing you discomfort. Other people are neutral, blank slates and you color them with your own meaning and definitions. Then, you react to them as if these colorations and definitions were real. Other people, in turn, treat you in the way that you expect, in a self-fulfilling prophecy.

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened. He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

My husband came home today and saw me sitting on the couch, toddler on one knee, and baby nursing on the opposite breast. I was trying to turn the pages of a book with the hand not attached to the infant, while listening for the sound of the stove buzzer, which would indicate that tonight's pork chops were at the stage between "well-done" and "the dog gets tonight's entree,"

My husband looked at me innocently, and asked "So, did you do anything today?" It's a good thing that most of my appendages were otherwise engaged, as I was unable to jump up and throttle him to death. This was probably for the best, as I assume that asking a stupid question is not grounds for murder in this country. Let me back up a bit, and explain what led me to this point in my life. I was not always bordering on the brink of insanity. On the contrary, a mere four years ago, had a good job, steady income, and a vehicle that could NOT seat a professional sports team, and me, comfortably. I watched television shows that were not hosted by singing puppets. I went to bed later than nine o'clock at night. I preferred sex to sleeping in. I laughed at those people who drove halfway across the country hauling a tent trailer, three screaming kids, a drooling dog, and called it a holiday. Now I have become one of them! What happened? The stick turned blue.

I have traded in my Victoria's Secrets lingerie for cotton briefs and a firm support nursing bra. Good-bye, Garth Brooks. Hello, Sharon, Lois and Bram. My idea of privacy is getting the use the bathroom without a two-year old banging on the door, and the baby spinning the toilet paper roll from my lap.

And I finally understand that the term "Stay-At-Home Mom" does not refer to a parent who no longer works outside the house, but rather to one who never seems to get out the front door. So here I sit, children in hand, wondering how to answer my beloved husband. DID I DO ANYTHING TODAY?

Well, I think I did, although not much seems to have gotten accomplished. I shared breakfast in bed with a handsome young man. Of course, the breakfast consisted of a bowl of porridge and left over cookie crumbs found between the sheets. The handsome young man is about thirty-four inches tall and only gets really excited at the sight of purple dinosaurs, toy trucks and French Fries. I got to take a relaxing stroll in the woods. Of course, I was on the lookout for frogs and lizards, and had to stop and smell the dandelions along the way. I successfully washed one load of laundry, moved the load that was in the washer into the dryer, and the dryer load into the basket. The load that was in the basket is now spread out on the bed, awaiting my bedtime decision to actually put the clothes away or merely move them to the top of the dresser. I read two or three classics. Of course, Dickens and Shakespeare cannot take credit for these works, as we have moved on to the works of Seuss and Munsch. I don't think I will be making any trips to the Adult Section of my local library anytime soon. In between, I dusted, wiped, organized and rearranged. I kissed away the owies and washed away the tears. I scolded, praised, hugged, and tested my patience, all before noon. DID I DO ANYTHING TODAY? You betcha!

I will now understand what people mean when they say that parenthood is the hardest job they will ever have. In my LBD (life before diapers) I was able to teach young minds how to divide fractions and write complex sentences, but I am unable to teach a strong willed two-year-old how to use the toilet. I was once able to navigate urban streets while talking on the car phone and looking for a decent radio station, but now I can't get the wheels on my stroller to all go in the same direction. I've graduated from university, written newspaper articles, and won awards, but can't figure out how to get carrot stains out of the carpet.

I used to debate with my friends about politics, but now we discuss the merits of cloth versus disposable. And when did I stop talking in sentences that had more than five words? So, in response to my husband's inquiry, yes, I did do something today. In fact, I am one step closer to one of life's greatest accomplishments. No, I did not cure AIDS or forge World Peace, but I did hold a miracle in my arms. Two, in fact. My children are my great accomplishment, and the opportunity to raise them is my greatest challenge. I don't know if my children will grow up to be great leaders or world-class brain surgeons. Frankly, I don't care, as long as they grow up to be happy and fulfilled. They are my greatest joys, even though I sometimes cry myself to sleep at night in frustration. The point is, that today I got to watch my children take another step on the great journey of Life, and I even got to point out some of the sites along the way. As challenging as parenthood is, it is also equally rewarding, because we are using all our wisdom, our talent and skills to help forge a new person. It is this person, these people, who, in turn, will use their gifts to create our future. So every nursery rhyme I recite, every swing I push, every little hand I hold is SOMETHING! And I did it today.

Leave well alone the darkness that pervades the unwary soul. For it's strength and purpose have I no more to heed those darker ones that dim the midnight skies. With mis-shaped minds and pangs of pain do strike the one whom tired becomes, as on this journey strives.There is ever now the morning light to come to one that slept in peace and rises always with the sun. 'Tis in the One heart that light does find it's home and in one's soul whence all manner comes to birth the grace and purest love, that's ever beknown.

Let's heart to heart endeavour with fellow souls, to reach and touch the other's heart with purest gold. Enwrapped within these chambers is that spark of life that illumines and exalts, this sacred life that truly softly flows, in magical momentum, sails forth to herald yet again the birth, another's day. When time stands still and no more seems to be, for blazing in our souls in pureness, life and light, for all and ever one to surely see! Let's dance away the doldrums of the night and lend ourselves to grow in reverie, for in one's hand is held the sword of truth and in one's mighty grace is life's proof and honour ever safe.

Bless all and sundry as these questing times ebb idly, yet surely pass away, as daytimes blossom forth this month of May. An earthly month that holds so much in store, for each and everyone of us, whom dares to open now the door of opportunity, and wealth unknown restore. This calendar Month of May that has so much to give, the wary one that sees what isn't there, for in one's inner vision will all be seen, percieved and understood as so it surely should!

Embrace these coming days with open mind, as clarity, poise and rapture will all entwine, and wisdom soon to realise passing sway, for all with eyes to see will see the chosen way. These springtime moments lend an earthly tempo as the stars shine forth that which the sun bestows, to one and all whom open yet their mighty hearts and feel, and taste the fruits of love, of life, and all that ever grows...

The changes continue to take place both within your personal lives and reflected out into your World. All about you, people are experiencing events that take them by surprise and shock them into re-evaluating what it is they stand for and what they want from their life. As these events take place, a time of stress and tension is experienced and this becomes conducive to the process of going deep within to discover more about one’s true state of being. The time for honest evaluation and introspection is upon us.

This is a time to simplify your lives so that the least amount of stress can touch you as the new energies keep bringing up all that which is not really your true self but has been harbored deep within your subconscious mind with thoughts and programs that have been methodically planted there by the society you have lived in and which you have been led to believe was the truth. All is being questioned now and brought to the surface. For the majority of the Lightworkers, this process is almost completed and the end of this trying time is in sight.

We see and understand how difficult it has been for you to maintain your focus on holding and standing in your Light, for the events in each of your lives has brought about great distractions and many times your energies have been so taken up with these events, that it was all you could do to keep one foot in front of the other as you walked your daily path. The key here is to connect with your higher mental body and remember that the goal is to bring in your Christed Self and it is through the great power of Love that all can be overcome. One must cast aside the personality ego self and earnestly desire the manifestation of the Christed Being that you truly are.

Therefore, we say to you that this process is taking place and as you connect with your desire to manifest as your Christed Self, so shall more Light enter within your 5 body system and the great cleansing will continue. All that is unlike your Christed Self is now in the process of transmutation and like a phoenix, you shall rise from the ashes of the fires of purification to emerge as the Christed Being that you truly are and as you do this, you raise the Light quotient of every Soul upon the Planet.

Know that you are Divinely assisted and supported in every way possible, all we ask is that you remember to ask for assistance each day. This process is necessary in order to move the Earth and all upon Her up to the next rung on the ladder of Ascension. Stay strong, Beloved Ones, and believe in yourselves, for you are the great Light and hope of your World.

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It wasn't until years later that I came to fully appreciate its poignancy, though. So many of us have had many mothers. There is the one who birthed us (or adopted us) and tended to our childhood physical needs and if you were lucky, emotional ones as well as her own. I like to call her the Pedestal Myth Mom. She's a dash of June Cleaver mingled with a pinch of Mary Tyler Moore, and a splash of Mary Poppins.

Recently, my mom and I have been having trouble bridging the communication gap. I attribute some of this to my dad's still fairly recent passing (he was always a pretty good buffer) and some to just old temperamental/vibrational friction mismatch story. I often joke that when we talk it is like someone who is speaking Chinese talking to someone speaking French. Underwater. Without a translator. Or oxygen tanks. With sharks circling. And you both have papercuts. Ok, ok---you get the idea. ;-)

I adore my mother. And I have a very hard time being in her presence as well. I believe she feels the same about me. Most of my compassion leaks away and I regress. Because nobody but nobody is better at triggering us for growth than the woman whose body we first grew within.

I am a childless woman who sometimes feels motherless, too. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Because I bleed and heal, love and give, too. On the page. From my heart to the world. I have a fierce maternal instinct towards my friends. And my words are my heart and soul creations. They breathe and live and have lives of their own once I birth them and send them on their way.

I am grateful to the woman who gave me so many powerful lessons. I am grateful to the contrast she has provided in my life. I am even grateful that we don't really 'get' each other. Maybe we never will. And that's also ok. I don't say this because it is sad or hopeless or to garner sympathy or play the victim or ungrateful brat. But because it is my truth and it is real and raw and beautiful and painful. It is mine. As we ascend and amend and sometimes even pretend, it is all divinely guided, divinely timed and divinely real.

Have a blessed Mother's Day. Your inner child wants to play with you, to be seen by you, to dance, to shine, to celebrate, to love. Every day. For everyone who misses their mothers, whether alive or in spirit, whether close or estranged, and for those of us who look for them everywhere; longingly or joyfully in the faces of friends, neighbors, nature, strangers. This one's for you.~CAW~

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Beloved one, you are changing every moment. That is why you are never static or stuck in any relationship, in any health challenge, in any decision that you want to make or have to make. One of the best things you can say to yourself when you feel that you are caught in a habitual pattern is to say, “That is how I was a moment ago, and it’s how I used to be, but I am not that any more. I am changing.”

You don't have to let days of dismay daunt you. There will be daunting days so long as you let things get to you. Rough waters, smooth waters, swim through them. Rough or smooth, waters are not meant to determine your sense of well-being. A mood is only a mood. Moods come and go. Truly, beloveds, you do not have feathers to be ruffled. A state of being is not an up and down motion. Align yourself more with your state of being rather than your ruffled mood. A mood is temporary. Your state of being stays always.

Come out and play with Me! Let's go where the dolphins and whales swim and play. Let's swim through life, and know Our swim was good. I looked at My creation from the beginning, and I saw it was good. Can you look at this one day and say it is good? Even if it wasn't a great day for you, there must have been some goodness in it. And if you can't find reason to give mercy to this day, then give it mercy and love it anyway. Love that a day was here for you. The day did the best for you that it could. Anyway, today promises that tomorrow is another day, and it will do its utmost for you.

If a day could, it would make you happy. A day is like a cushion on the couch. It means to make life soft for you, yet a day can't always fluff the cushions for you. Like Santa Claus, the day has other commitments to make to many, and only so many hours to do it in, and sometimes, just sometimes, it can't keep up. Whatever the name of the day of the week, the day has you in mind and does apologize for any inconvenience.

If on any day, the couch is not very comfortable for you, sit up straighter perhaps, and thank the day for the consideration it has given you. There is not one day that doesn't offer you some ray of light. Even if a day gives you only one ray of light, think of it, it has given you one ray. Yet never did the day withhold anything from you. It was just the lay of the land on that particular day. The day begins and ends on its own merits. It can not be responsible for everything about it.

The day would point out to you that on the same exact day that you found rough, you could have experienced comfort. Someone did. Someone had a better day than you. Admit that sometimes you are hard to please. The world out there is not really the culprit. If the world is not the culprit, and the day is not the culprit, then it must be you that is. Are you, perhaps, leaning too much on the day? When you lean too much on it, you may be smothering it with all your leaning on it.

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