She's a teacher this one.
Oh the things I'm learning while mothering her-
How to listen, yes- to her words, but also to my intuition.
How to take myself out of a tantrum and hold just love.
How to be more present,
more intentional with my no's and yes's.
While I've practiced these things for almost nine years, I haven't practiced them quite to the level I do these days...
Maybe it's the fact I'm home, and wasn't when he was younger, or maybe it's the fact the more I mother, the more I understand what that means.
Maybe both are true; it feels different this time.
This one, with her wise speak, worry, earthquake tantrums, gigglefits, creativity bursting from every bone- this teacher of mine, she's pretty great at helping me learn.
And for every lesson, even the ones I hope not to repeat, I truly am grateful.
Happy mid-week joy to you!