Mama Renew

Dear Mamas,

I am delighted to have two copies of the fabulous new book Moon Mysteries to give away.   Please comment below for your chance to win.  Increase your chances by liking the Mama Renew facebook page and sharing the link on facebook!  Contest closes at midnight, Sunday December 11th.

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Way back in my twenties as I entered birth work, I experienced a sort of mini-personal revolution learning about the power of women’s bodies – and with it, a discovery of my period as a source of connection rather than dread. And so began years of exploration – trying out cloth pads and sea sponges, charting my cycles, discovering fertility awareness…  It was a wondrous time of discovery and integration, and certainly a core part of who I was growing into as a woman.

Fast forward 20 years, and I am the mother of two growing boys.  I’m aware that I bled sometime in the past few weeks (?) but that’s about as far as my charting goes these days. While I’m still a devoted user of Lunapads and the Diva Cup (a vast improvement on the sea sponge of my early 20s), I’m certainly not feeling the sense of celebration or connection that I did in my 20’s.  While I know this in part due to my crazy full magical life, I do wonder if perhaps being beyond my fertile years also plays into it.

I have been delighted to review a copy of Moon Mysteries:  Reclaiming Women’s Menstrual Wisdom, by Nao Sims and Nikiah Seeds.  From the stunning front cover image, to the wondrous paintings contained within, the book feels more like a treasure than a text, and I have found myself savouring the words and stories within.  Inside you will find the history, traditions and mythology of menstruation captured within 13 moon cycles, each month exploring a different realm of women’s psyche as it relates to the menstrual cycle.  Also included are heartfelt personal stories from the authors own journey, and an absolutely lovely circular chart to use for your own moon cycle documentation.

I truly love their chart.  Along with the moon phases, it has room for us to document our emotions, creativity, sexuality, and energy.  For the first time in years I find myself inspired to begin charting again.  Given that I only have another 10 years or so left of my moon cycle, it would be nice to experience a reconnection as I move toward my next life stage.

I’d love to hear from all of you as well.   I’m giving away two copies of this inspiring book.  Please comment below on one of these two questions  and like the Mama Renew facebook page (let us know in a comment below) for your chances to win – each thing you do counts as a separate entry.  Share this link on your facebook page and get yet another entry!  Contest will close this Sunday, December 11th at midnight.

How has your journey into motherhood affected your relationship to your moon cycle?

Why would you love to have a copy of Moon Mysteries?

Welcome to Mama Renew! Blog, Groups, Retreats, & more.  We hope to offer you moments of inspiration and clarity, insight and questioning.

Why Mama Renew? For us, the picture above says it perfectly:

Nurturing Community. Building Connections.  Being True to Ourselves and with each other.  Speaking our Minds.  Living from our Hearts. Sharing in our Journey and Helping Each Other find our way.  Laughter is good too.

“Mama Renew has been hugely positive for me in my own journey-  I’ll continue to renew, unfold, renew and unfold some more. Thank you for creating a safe space for me to explore and grow!” – Janice, 2009

Late Saturday night mama bear emerged.  We had just finished a glorious day and evening at Island Folkd Fest, returning home far after bedtime with two tired children in arms.  While waiting for the shuttle a drunk woman arrived, muttering and stumbling about.  Out came the car keys for her car, strangely parked just there, and I stood stunned that with over 20 bystanders, nobody was taking action.

A moment’s hesitation as she got in, and then mama bear arrived.  Stepping boldly forward (I’ve always wanted to step boldly forward, sounds so heroine-esque!), I blocked her from closing the door and calmly told her I didn’t feel it was safe for her to drive, asking her to please give me the keys.  And so began my first girl fight.

Seriously, my first fight ever.  Age 42 and I had never ever been physically attacked, had to defend myself or wrestle another human being down.  Yes, this is the charmed (and very sober!) life I’ve led…  She thrashed, screamed profanities, and proceeded to bite down hard on my arm as I struggled to get the key away from her as she started the ignition.  I knew in that moment that I had no other choice – I simply couldn’t let go.  I could not, as a mother, as a fellow human being, allow this woman to drive away.

At this point my hero of a husband jumped into the car, trying to keep her from driving away, ignition still on…  By this time others stepped in – sitting in the back seat of the car with the doors open, running to get security for assistance.  Me reaching in repeatedly trying to get that damned key out of the ignition as she tried to break my fingers & bite me again.

Ultimately security arrived and were able to take over for us, as we gathered our terrified children and jumped on the waiting shuttle bus.  No sleep that night, and another two days since full of thoughts about this 5 minute window in my life, and our children’s lives.

They saw it all – they saw both their parents step forward and take responsibility, and they saw both their parents being beaten by a woman who was too drunk to listen.  They’re old enough to remember this one (7&9).  I feel tremendous guilt for not having been able to care for them, leaving them to watch without being able to preserve their innocence.  We simply had no choice.  I pray to god that the memory we carry is of their parents doing the right thing, of their mother caring for them by caring enough to step forward.

The deep bruising and tooth marks remain on my arm as a reminder.  I have a new understanding of the importance of groups such as Mothers Against Drunk Driving, and a new appreciation for the power of mama bear.

Gratitude for our safety, and one less drunk driver on the roads of our community.

Love,

Mama Bear Sarah

Want to read more?  Here are my husband Rick’s blog musings on our experience – http://ricksturningpoint.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-stop-drunk-driver.html

There we were – 3 hot women (me & two dear mama friends) and a hot guy (my husband) sitting at the sidewalk cafe of our favourite joint in town – El Centro – enjoying delicious strawberry mango pudding and raspberry tart.  A sunny summer evening treat, and we were deep in conversation together.

Down the road they came, two apparently hot 20-something guys cruising Very slowly down our small town street in a vintage red Corvette with the top down.  I say “apparently” because we mamas never actually noticed them, so deep in conversation were we.  It was my sweet husband who howled with laughter as they turned the corner and let us know that we’d just been cruised and not even noticed…

I’m not sure what to write here.  I know that at age 17 that would have been a dream come true.  And I certainly do like being noticed at age 41 as well.  I also know that hot cars & young blood certainly are no longer my “thing” – these days I’m far more excited by my husband mowing the lawn!  I do find myself wondering, however, how we could have possibly missed such a remarkable and unusual moment.  Are we really that settled?  There is a small part of me that wants to bust out and go Thelma and Louise style, just to see if I still got it…

Care to join me?

All this crafting discussion on our facebook page and blog from yesterday’s Creative Mama post has me thinking about power tools.  I used a drill for the very first time yesterday building the kids a pup tent.  I found it tremendously satisfying.  I understood in a new way why my dear husband loves his tools so much.

Then I went inside and used My power tool:  The Sewing Machine.  When my first beloved sewing machine died I found myself in an unexpected quandry.  I had to buy a new machine, and while we technically had the savings to invest in this way, I just couldn’t bring myself to spend the money.   Bottom line – I didn’t feel I was justified in spending money on something that I wanted, something that wasn’t for our family.

I know that was silly of me – of course it was for our family – think of the cost savings in sewing curtains, pillows, clothing… But somehow it felt extravagant, unnecessary, and even selfish.

What turned the tide?  Watching my sweet husband casually buy himself a series of new power tools – each one with it’s own unique purpose and earnest justification.    Who knew how many different kinds of saws one might need?  As the daughter of a devoted tool man, I should have known better, but still…. Really? Another one?

One day the epiphany arrived.  A sewing machine is a power tool. I plug it in, it makes noise, and I use it to make things.   Much like the cuisinart, the mixer, and the juicer,  it serves a clear functional role in our family life.  I promptly went out and bought myself just exactly the machine I wanted without guilt or hesitation.

I’m writing this in part to share this (for me at least) radical insight, but more importantly to bring up the question of investing in ourselves.  Over and over again in our groups, we have seen moms struggle to justify investing in themselves.  It’s easy to buy clothing for the kids, or pay for a sports camp – and often not so easy to pay for something that feels like it’s only serving our needs.   There always seems to be something that is more “important” to spend the money on.

Maybe this is just my thing.   I’ve always had a hard time spending money on myself.  But I suspect I’m not alone… Thoughts, mamas?

If you haven’t yet entered our giveaway contest for the Make Stuff Together book, you have just 2 more days.  Check out our review here & post your comment on our facebook page to be entered to win!

I am one of those crafty mamas, at least in my heart.  I wander through holiday craft fairs and cruise etsy and ravelry for inspiration.  I adore fabrics and wool and have a stash of both that is overflowing the hutch and bins I had so generously designated as my craft space.  My list of things I want to make is rather long, and my intentions are good, they truly are.

Here’s the catch – since I became a mom my crafty side as taken a back seat.  Like the back seat of a school bus.  And I only have two kids.  When I do manage to work on a project I am in pure bliss.  This is my meditation, my release, my happy place.

The boys have grown older (now 7 & 9), and to my delight – they love crafting too.  So I am utterly delighted with the new book Make Stuff Together: 24 simple projects to create as a family.  Written by Bernadette Noll & Kathie Sever, mavens of the Future Craft Collective in Austin, TX, it is filled with funky homegrown craft projects for us to do together.

This Saturday we sat down together and went through the whole book 3 times over until my boys selected the juggling balls as their project of choice – a gift for father’s day   It was the most delightful of days – between playing with fabrics and getting such pure focused time with my boys, I was one happy mama.

The other bonus?  I was inspired enough to jump back into my crafting piles, and am now making the fridge into a chalkboard, sewing a dress, and creating fabric panels for our front hallway.  High on the list from the Make Stuff Together book are the family talisman , and the appreciation banner -  both beautiful ways to foster a sense of connection and celebration within our family.  And the boys have already sourced an old wetsuit to transform into their new hiking bags (pictured at right) & water bottler holders. 

I have one copy of Make Stuff Together to give away this week.  To enter, simply comment on our facebook page sharing your current craft project (something you either are already doing, or would love to be doing).

Thanks, Bernadette & Kathie, for helping us to remember how much fun it is to make stuff together.

Today we received an email from a woman concerned about the use of the phrase “working mother” for a Mama Renew group we are hosting for mothers who work “outside” of the home.   Here is our response – we welcome your thoughts and perspective as well.  This is not an easy topic!

To Mama Renew,

Re: Offering a Mama Renew group for “working mothers”

er … all mothers are working mothers.
I don’t draw any distinction between paid or unpaid in my definition of working or not. Most mothers are working unsalaried in roles which prop up the rest of society and don’t deserve being classified as non-working.  It is definitely a tricky classification but getting it wrong risks alienating a whole section of women who are mothers.

Our response:

Agreed! The work of motherhood is real, and the lack of economic recognition of women’s contribution to society as mothers is a major issue.

Thank you for writing – I struggled with how to phrase this over & over again, seeking to phrase it in a way that would honour the very real work that we All do as mothers.  While I could have denoted “mothers who work outside of the home”, this phrase suggests that those of us who are self-employed and work from home, are not “working” or do not have “real jobs” – and in today’s marketplace self-employment – both part & full-time – is a major component of women in the work-force. Adding to the complexity is those of us on mat-leave or between jobs, struggling to discern the next best step as women and mothers.  Our culture has not yet allowed for language that can capture the essence of womens work – within and outside of the home.

I am writing this as a woman who has been self-employed and worked 20 – 40 hours a week from home on my business throughout the 9 years of my children’s lives, while also managing to be at home with them full-time. From the perspective of a mom who has worked “outside” the home, I am aware that mothers who are balancing “outside” work & the work of motherhood do have unique perspectives on the themes that Mama Renew addresses, and thrive when they can be in a circle of women struggling with some of the same questions.

For many women who return to their employment after having children, there is a sense of isolation that emerges – we go to work, we go home, and opportunities for building community with other mothers can be hard to come by.  This upcoming Mama Renew group was organized on the special request of a few mothers who do work full-time outside of the home and were feeling a strong need for community with others facing similar questions.

Words are powerful, and can hold very different meanings depending on the reader.   Interestingly, while we can all agree on the very real work of motherhood, just as the phrase “working mother” can be alienating to some mothers who work within the home, phrasing all mothers as “working mothers” can also be alienating to those women who are employed outside of the home and do not see their reality accurately reflected in the wider use of the phrase.

I wish I had an easy answer. I wish our society had better ways to acknowledge and support the work of motherhood, as well as the experience of those of us who are employed beyond the work of motherhood. I wish there were economic recognition both of the work of motherhood, and to support women who either choose or need to work “outside” of the home with quality daycare options and flexible schedules and job-shares. Mama Renew was created to nurture each of us in our unique journey – with the hope that taking some time & gaining perspective on our lives and choices we can all move forward in a way that truly honours who we are and nurtures our families.

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Gratitude to the woman who took the time to share her thoughts.  I now invite all of you to enter into this conversation. What is your experience of the term “working mother”?   I also welcome any further suggestions you may have on phrasing that would better honour the full spectrum of the work of motherhood.

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Blessings,
Sarah

A wonderful woman in my life is about to have her first baby.  She is beautifully pregnant – her belly round and full and she’s got that glow.  It helps that when we talk on skype the sunlight through her window creates this halo effect around her, but still – at 38 weeks, the woman is glorious.

Gloriously pregnant, and pretty much Done with being pregnant.  I don’t actually know that feeling, having given birth to both boys at 38 weeks and 4 days – each time caught somewhat by surprise and before I truly felt ready to be “done”.  But I’ve been working with pregnant women long enough to know that exhausted but wild look in the eyes that says “Yes – this baby can come any day now, I am Ready.”

While I don’t know what it is to feel “Done”, I do know what it is to hold a newborn baby in my arms and feel my whole world change in a moment. The infamous words spoken to all expectant parents, “Everything Will Change”, so often spoken with a tone of impending doom, or at least perceived as such, are in fact wonderfully true.

Perhaps change isn’t the right word – it implies replacement with one reality gone, and a new one in its place.  I find myself more drawn to the word transformation – at the core we remain true, yet so many aspects of our lives are transformed, from our identity to our ability to pee at whim in private.  Mentoring groups of new mothers I often hear from them a sense of surprise at how far away their “old life” seems – just weeks postpartum it feels almost like a dream that there was a time when you were not a mother to this beautiful child.

This is such an extraordinary window of time in our lives as we wait for the day of birth. It could happen today, or 3 weeks from now, day or evening – it’s a pretty crazy thing when you think about it -  knowing that everything is about to change and yet not knowing When. How to honor this pending transformation?  Too often we are so focused on the changes ahead that we miss celebrating the Now.

I want to tell her to savour this time, to love her round full belly because she may well find that she misses it, to go out with friends and her husband for fabulous dinners and morning teas, to get as many massages as possible,  to enjoy a nice long sit on the toilet without being needed by another human being…

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So I turn to you, dear mamas.  What words of wisdom do you have to share in this unique window of time?  If you could go back in time for a visit with yourself in your final days of pregnancy,what would you love to do for yourself?

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From the devastation in Japan, to the threat of wind-carried radiation, to the predictions of our coast being next in line for a massive earthquake (including one prediction within the next week), I am feeling more than a bit on edge.  Living on an island is an interesting feeling – it makes me feel like we are somehow separate from the vulnerabilities of the mainland, our safe haven from the world at large.  This week has changed that.

Now I am supposed to be dosing our family with iodine, eating a whole lotta seaweed, stocking up on extra food and water, bolting furniture to the walls… And I just can’t bring myself to take action.  I look at the photos streaming in from Japan and New Zealand, and I KNOW that in a moment our lives could change forever, and yet I sit here in…

Read more & comment on our original guest post at the Mothering.com blog -

http://mothering.com/all-things-mothering/uncategorized/living-on-the-edge

I’m loving this poem right now (below) -  a powerful reminder of the complexity of being Mom when we are not with our children.  Though my little ones are now 7 & 9, I read these words and can still acutely feel the intensity of those first times away from my oldest son – also at yoga!   My boys are on their way home now from 3 days at grandma’s house.  This feeling of their presence within me, even when we apart, continues to this day – and is one of those things about motherhood that I could not have imagined possible.

This Monday we begin a new Mama Renew group – a circle of mothers will come together to explore who we are as women And mothers.   We will not talk about our children, and we will not talk about parenting.  This in no way denies our identity as mothers, nor the ways in which our children shape our daily life.  Instead this time of exclusive focus on ourselves opens the way to a healthier balance and more authentic presence with our children.

Whether you have a babe in arms, or a child almost as tall as you are  – please enjoy this beautiful writing.  And if you’re in the Vancouver area, join us for Mama Renew this Monday!

Yoga as Mother by Brittney Corrigan

For the duration of my hour
and a half yoga class, children
are playing loudly on the street outside.

Though I don’t need a reminder
to think of my son. Even when I am
not with him, I can feel him in my body.

It is impossible to clear my mind in meditation.
Impossible to be the corpse that is shavasana. I am
always aware of his small hands, his loud voice.

My lower back, slightly sore
from lifting and carrying his twenty
pound, wriggling, body.

My arms, stronger now in warrior
after holding him for ten months.
Stronger legs holding horse stance.

My breasts, full of milk because
it has been two hours since he nursed.
I cannot rise into cobra without noticing.

My belly, trimmed with extra skin,
my core not as strong as before
his small life grew inside me.

When my limbs shake holding plank,
when I am taking Ujjayi breaths in downward
dog, I am thinking of 21 hours of labor.

No asana will ever be as long, or as
difficult. Thinking of his birth
puts all effort into perspective.

If I could birth this child without drugs,
with such focus, without sleep, then surely
I can hold chaturanga one more breath.

If I can love someone this much, this
fiercely, then surely I can let each thought
go and clear this mind. Kapalabhati.

Breath of fire. Skull shining.
Like my son’s head emerging in such
heat. I will never be able

to be empty.

See more beautiful poems from Brittney on parenting here….

Brittney Corrigan http://brittneycorrigan.wordpress.com/

Several years ago a group of us came together to form The Birth Lounge, seeking to share the strong community of care that is available to support new families in our region.

As we talked, we found a shared frustration with the corporate trade-shows that have become commonplace. First comes love (the sex show), then comes marriage (the bridal show), then comes baby (the baby show), and over and over again the masses fill the convention centre. High vendor prices are out of reach for the small businesses (many of them mompreneurs) that are the heart of our community.

We began to dream of creating a truly family-centred event with a festive vibe celebrating all that our community has to offer. And so Birth Fest was born. This coming weekend we will celebrate our 5th annual Birth Fest, magically transforming a community centre gym into a luscious Birth Lounge. Banners from Thailand grace the stage, red velvet curtains frame the entrance, a nurture nook with couches and magical lanterns offer rest and nourishment for little ones and their parents, and the live music ranges from soothing to funky.

Birth Fest 2011

Saturday, February 26th 11 – 4 p.m.

Britannia Community Centre – Gym D click here for a map

(in the heart of the commercial drive neighborhood of Vancouver)

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Come and visit us at Birth Fest!

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Hello friends. I am thrilled to be one-finger typing with my left hand while my right wrist recovers from a long overdue surgery for  Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.  The symptoms began postpartum as I struggled with milk production -  pumping 8x a day and using all sorts of contraptions & contortions to feed my boy.  All that repetitive motion (how I wish the pumpease had been available back then!) was my downfall, at least in the beginning.

Nine years later, I think my real downfall has been ignoring it for as long as I have.  Massage, physio, braces, acupuncture & more all served as coping measures along the way, until I tried something silly like knitting and would be right back to the pain.  Ultimately I just accepted it as something that I had to live with – never even got an official diagnosis.

Why ignore it like that? I’m a mom, I’m self-employed, I was pregnant or breastfeeding for many of those years, there was always something.  Even once I decided to have surgery, I waited a full 8 months to schedule it for a time when work would be a bit quieter and the garden not needing any weeds pulled.

I am only 5 days post-surgery, but already the difference is tremendous.  Four full nights of sleep without the pain of carpal tunnel – it’s extraordinary!  It has me thinking about the things we set aside, the needs big and small that we don’t listen to, the excuses made for not listening to our bodies.

So I’m one-handed typing this in celebration (and with just one hand it is taking awhile!) – here’s to finally doing what was needed, and reaping the benefits for years to come!

Things I am looking forward to:

Long nights of uninterrupted sleep from extreme numbness & tingling

Being able to actually hand write thank you cards and love letters

Opening jars myself

Long days in the garden without weeks of pain to follow.

Knitting & needle-felting & embroidery &…………….

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What’s your downfall?

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This month’s Mama Renewed is Cari Burdett, mother of 3 beautiful children who shares with us words of wisdom on creativity, motherhood, and visionary self-care. Cari recently gave “birth” to a new baby – her CD “Winter” - offering songs, verses, and sound stories for families.

About Cari

I am a lover of life, music, children, good quality home cooked food and creativity. I am an opera singer, vocal improvisor, teacher of helping people give themselves permission to free their voice and sing sing sing, leader of song with children and more, gardener, alpaca & chicken host.    Three words that capture my way of being in the world are eclectic, inspired & joyful.

Growing up performing and then 10 years of Opera School, I defined myself as a singer.  Because of my life’s path (health and children), I have had to redefine that image and take a deeper look inside to discover who I am. I do know that without singing I don’t feel as much joy. As a mother, I want to be joyful  and so I allow myself to take time out to sing.

Why Mama Renew?

I took Mama Renew because I value connection and respect going beyond the masks to truth.  I admire how Mama Renew brings us together to evaluate and redefine our daily life.   I was seeking connection, witnessing, friendship, self-love and joy.

Lessons Learned

To nurture myself and ask every morning   ”What do I need today – right  now” and then to try and do it! I appreciated the confirmation that we need each other in this life and that it is fine to ask for help and support. I was grateful to learn how simple my basic needs are and yet how challenging they are to maintain..AND that it is possible to move towards a more balanced day that supports my basic needs.

Do I need help? Then ask for it. Do I need support? Then find it.  Do I need courage? Then dig deeper.

Do I need to cry? It’s ok to be vulnerable.

Redefining Self-Care

Self Care means to be honest and present for my needs.  I know my health effects everything I do – so I try to stay on top of essential basics, water, walking, sleeping and most of all- and I stress this – is that I take time to do things I love to do that nourish me – for me it is to SING.

I find I have to take occasional weekends or nights alone.. At this stage with a small baby again ( 8 months ) it will be a while before I do that, but I have continued to take one day every week to make music outside of the home and this is my salvation to finding that essential balance.  I also try ( and I say try because it is not often possible!) to give my self time to sing and create when the baby is sleeping and before the older children come home. When this happens WOW!! I also need to work in the garden about once a week to balance out the other parts of me, which includes cooking good food and keeping my counters clean.

On Creativity & Motherhood
As someone who pursued art for a career, it is always a HUGE question as to how to balance it while being a mother. If you let go of your art all together, we can get lost in the depths of depression . If on the other hand we believe that our own art is the only way to be, then one could lose out on family life and the joys of raising your children…

So where is the happy medium? At what balance do we find the way of  our true spirit calling and letting go of  the ego trip lust for fame – without letting our passion, creativity and inspiration all go down the drain?

We as mothers are allowed to make art and to find time for ourselves. I also believe that we can give ourselves permission to see the art that we already do in the home each and every day and learn also that it is enough at that moment.

In a flurry of impromptu email poetry back and forth with some of the women in my mama circle, these poetic words of wisdom emerged from Mama C., who has graciously allowed me to share them here:

I find myself struck once again by the beliefs and expectations so many of us carry around about who and how we should be as mothers.  I am reminded of how we continue to strive to live up to these expectations from within and without, and how it shapes our days and ultimately our lives.  The last stanza, in particular, rocks:

It’s not pretty
And it ain’t no picture
But I have believed
That I must be there

I try to show up
Brave face painted on
I try to live up
To all those rights and wrongs

To be responsible
For absolutely everything
Including everything forgotten
By all those other human beings

Who have other labels
To hang around their necks
Who have other “occupation”
Boxes to check

I forget to question
Why I’m stuck so far
Up my own definition
Of a mother superstar

- Gratitude to Mama C. for letting me share

by Chantey Dayal

I’ve found myself reflecting on my “Mama-Hood” these past few days – the women I am blessed to count as friends, some new & some old, each of whom helps to carry me forward as a woman & mother. I have recently been blessed by some extraordinary encounters with some of these women, and want to share with you all a taste of my perspective on what makes for a vibrant Mama-Hood of fabulous women:

*Honesty

Without honesty, where are we? Authentic relationships in motherhood require us to let go of our stories around how or who we should be, and simply share from the heart where we actually are. This means sharing in the good & the messy. This was particularly clear this week in a heartfelt exchange of impromptu poetry back and forth with a woman I hold a deep respect for – each of us sharing in the shadow side we don’t often let others see.

*Laughter

The howling laughter I have been blessed within the past week is a true gift. As one dear friend commented on our facebook page when asked to share words of wisdom with mothers of preschool age children:

“Take time to have a good laugh, a gut grabbing, cheek tightening, pee your pants kind of laugh.”

After two kids, I must admit it doesn’t take much to have a “pee your pants” kind of laugh!

*Diversity

When I was a new mother, I craved finding others with similar parenting styles & philosophies. I was seeking affirmation, community, shared resources… As my children grow older, I find myself thriving with a strikingly more diverse group of mamas – loving the different perspectives & insights they bring to me in my own journey.

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What about you? What qualities do you treasure in your Mama-Hood?

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Much gratitude to brilliant painter Chantey Dayal for the use of her painting for this blog. You can learn more about Chantey on her website & facebook page. Watch for more of her paintings in future postings.