Every week I am going to speak to three topics: anecdotes, books, ideas, products, or innovations that I believe are peace-building, heart-opening, community-celebrating, love-spreading vehicles. Complaining and criticizing are easy traps to fall into, but I am convinced that building up holds far more power and transformative energy.
So, my sweet friends, here goes…Our world is a beautiful village and peace does begin at home.
What I am thinking about / loving this week….
1) Kid Art
A few months ago, I picked George up from school and he proudly handed me a note indicating that a piece of his art had been chosen to be displayed in our local gallery’s (the Southern Alberta Art Gallery) annual student art exhibit, which showcases works from local schools. ‘Art’s Alive and Well in the Schools’ is a tremendously well attended event and brings in hordes of new people to the gallery. It also allows kids the chance to experience the joy of showing their work publicly.
Both of George’s big sisters have managed to create art that was chosen for this show, so it was especially heart-warming that he made the cut too.
What a boost. The gallery was packed to the brim with families and enthusiasm. We drank apple juice, visited, and checked out truly wonderful pieces.
By the end of the show, however, George asked me if ‘we could please go home.’ He quietly confided in me that he wasn’t sure he had the energy to ‘show his work to one more person’.
My son. He is no bubbling, self-promoting extrovert,
but his watercolour of birch trees along a wooded path was beautiful, especially according to his mother.
Actually, everything about this type of endeavour makes me tingle.
Kids making art. Kids sharing art. Kids and parents valuing art. Communities gathering to celebrate art.
It’s all so good.
Art promotes peace, of that I am absolutely certain,
and kid art holds its own special brand of magic.
2) Sick Days
We have all been quite healthy this year, but this week Olivia was absolutely walloped with a bad case of the stomach flu.
My poor girl.
What we assumed would be a productive and full week ended up being 4 days of her lying on the couch watching SpongeBob and renovating and home flipping shows,
while sipping warm gingerale and herbal tea,
and munching on saltines.
Actually, it is not uncommon for her little body to dramatically pull out of life once or twice a year for several days.
To be honest, it never really surprises me and it always feels/looks like a re-booting of sorts.
Olivia is a perfectionist and is deeply persistent and driven. She has achieved excellent grades this year, but it has taken her a ton of dedicated effort given that she has dyslexia. From the moment she was born, she has been sensitive and kinesthetic,
always moving to a beat, singing a song, or acting out something she just saw.
Every so often, though, her sweet active, constantly wiggling body tires and her soul seems to say…..enough.
Stop. Rest. Retreat.
And so I let her. I have the blessing of working from home and so I also have the luxury of being able to let her sleep and stop,
and watch countless home and garden network episodes.
She will catch up, and I will help her.
I get it.
Sometimes it’s all too much. I feel that way too.
It’s okay to hide inside the house for a while.
3) Mother’s Day
As we lead up to Mother’s day, I am feeling reflective about the role of mother, and how motherhood has changed me.
I am also deeply aware that, like every other holiday, it can be an emotionally challenging day for some…
Mother/child relationships can be complex,
perhaps the day may bring up pain around not having been able to have children for some,
and in so many cases there has been pain or loss – loss of a child or parent – that surfaces.
Certainly, I am deeply aware of the absence of my mom at our table each year as we sit down to brunch together. Though it was hardest the first few years after she died, I still ache for her and feel as if I always will.
Sunday is a lovely opportunity to honour the energy, the beauty, the essence of ‘mothering’ that is nurturing and in some ways is always accessible to all of us,
whether it be through friendships, mentors, extended family, or even through finally learning to properly nurture ourselves.
For me, though, this Mother’s Day, I will celebrate my relationships with my children.
Alex, Olivia, George.
I am deeply aware that I have been gifted the deepest honour of guiding these beautiful people to adulthood.
Though it has not always been easy and I do not mean to downplay the many challenges of parenting,
and though I have often struggled with my identity that has often felt mired and lost in the haze and blur of these extended mothering years,
I still know for sure that I would not change a thing about the way my life has played out.
To learn to step-parent, then parent, and watch these babies grow and blossom has thrilled me to no end. It has been the greatest wonder of my life, and continues to be.
I am grateful beyond words.
Happy Mother’s Day and peace to all mothers, of all forms.
In all ways, you hold up the earth.
Alex and her ‘two moms’, Mother’s Day 2013