There is so much inspiration on this earth and I am moved to share it. This post is dedicated to the muses and the artists also known as bloggers, who are courageously sharing their lives and journeys as mothers, one word at a time.
We are Artists. We are Writers. We are Poets.
Learners and Teachers. Dreamers and Pragmatists.
Fighters and Lovers.
We are inspired and we inspire.
We are Muses and yes, we are Mothers.
The smiles, the tears, the laughter, the exhaustion, the surprises — all blend together to paint a picture of a journey unique to every mom. A once blank canvas gets covered in memories, adventures and lessons learned.
No two canvases are the same.
“One woman who had been through years of trial and sorrow said through her tears, “I have come to realize that I am like an old 20-dollar bill—crumpled, torn, dirty, abused, and scarred. But I am still a 20-dollar bill. I am worth something.
Even though I may not look like much and even though I have been battered and used, I am still worth the full 20 dollars.”’
– Dieter Uchtdorf
Kim at Invited by Grace illustrates how our children can be teachers to us even while they are making sense of the world.
“Why does it look like it has THREE then?”
Little minds ask big questions sometimes, don’t they?
Perspective is such a powerful thing. I know for me, I can so easily draw quick conclusions about my life, my circumstances, the people in it. I can so easily cling to discouragement and frustration before I understand the whole story. I often need help to stop, to see around, to remember there is a bigger picture that I simply flat-out miss.
Children live from their hearts. They love and give without second thought of “what’s in it for me.” They simply live in the moment. They embrace life. They are love. They are beautiful reminders of what this world should be like.
This art of playing?
Fresh expressions of freedom??
Framed only by imagination, motivated by this simple permission to be wholly content in our uniqueness, undisturbed by audience and the need to be art?
On a more serious note though still gracefully compiled, an Honest Mom reminds us how we want to be treated when we’re upset and toddlers are no different when they experience tantrums.
When I have the energy, I like handling his tantrums this way because it’s how I like people to handle mine.
If AJ tries to distract me from feeling upset, it pisses me off. I get distant and cold when he tries to talk me out of it or give me advice. The best times, always, are when he just listens.
And lastly, I wrote a post on the light that exists in our lives despite the unrelenting and ambiguous nature of parenting and the very next day discovered this art in light by Kimberly at Soul Healing Art.