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Mother on the edge…

December 27, 2009

Some people go to yoga class… some people have children… some people do both…

Conscious parenting is a 24/7 yoga retreat…

and I’ll only admit to being awake for some of it…

There is nothing more rattling than a child screaming over nothing…

or whining about things not being fair…

or leaving clothes inside out all over the house even after they’ve been asked nicely not to…

101 times…

Or a child dropping greasy food on the brand new hoodie you just brought home from Costco to replace the last one which your older daughter tried to stain remove using pure bleach because she thought you’d be mad if you saw the spaghetti sauce she drizzled down her front when you asked her not to lean into her food for the thousandth time…

Or your younger daughter, saying to you right now, when an idea has come to you after you thought you were all out of ideas, because you’re a mother on the edge, in her cheeky little monkey who thinks she’s sixteen voice,

I thought you said no more going on the computer

while she’s shorting her system on a steady diet of candy…

Parenting is yoga…

parenting is yoga…

Breathe, just breathe…

This is the easy part…

they’re sleeping through the night…

Put down your middle finger…

it isn’t appropriate to swear at children…

even if they are your own…

Dear God…

please deliver me from evil…

right now…

please…

Yesterday, Starshine (10) said, after 20 minutes of putting laundry away and washing our five by seven feet bathroom…

I can see why you’re always so tired and have to go back to bed until lunch every day…

House cleaning is exhausting…

my back is killing me…

I actually enjoy house cleaning…

I have a Protestant work ethic and doing something is pure meditation for me…

Sitting still is torture…

unless I’m knitting…

I almost finished a swing cardigan for Little Gem yesterday, while the three of us sat on the couch all day…

The girls watched Night at the Museum…

and Little House on the Prairie…

for hours…

I watched my irritation…

grief…

and inner peace…

come and go…

like waves crashing on Sombrio…

At Christmas dinner, Prudence showed me a lovely collection of gifts…

My favourite thing was Piper’s new boardbook… by Jeremy Tankard…

Grumpy Bird…

When Bird woke up he was grumpy.

He was too grumpy to eat.

He was too grumpy to play.

In fact, he was too grumpy to fly.

“Looks like I’m walking today,” said Bird.

Bird walked past Beaver.

“Hello, Bird,” said Beaver, “What are you doing?”

“Let me give you a hint,” said Bird, “You do it by placing one foot in front of the other.”

“Walking?” guessed Beaver, “I love walking!”

When the moon is in the Seventh House...

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