Today is the day:
Official GRADUATION day for Claire.
The forecast says it’s going to be 107 so yeah. Be thinking of us sitting in that football stadium all squished together and appreciate your A/C a little extra for us! Ha!
In some ways all this graduation ruckus feels strange with all that’s going on in the world.
It feels like we need to stop and take a moment of silence, as I know so many of us have.
Over and over again.
Grieving for those children and their families. Wondering how things have come to this.
Amidst those moments of silence I hope we can realize that we are not powerless. (I love @sharonsaysso with all her wisdom and calls to action, and if you want encouragement on ideas to make change, go there.)
But one of the biggest things my heart has been mulling over is that I have power as a mother.
I can stop what I’m doing, right now, and look into my children’s eyes, who are right here.
Yes, they are growing up and heading out, but even then I can call them. I can FaceTime them. I can look them in their eyes and love them. I can teach them goodness. I can teach them their divine nature.
And that is powerful.
We cannot underestimate the power of loving and nurturing.
That little thing is one of the very biggest things that I think sometimes we forget. Sure, we do it. We have our motherhood muscles on repeat, doing the work of mothering, day in and day out.
But do we stop and realize what our love can do? The ripple effects it can create when we take the time to teach and be patient and forgive and build through our love? The humans we are nurturing to become contributing members of society who hopefully then will in turn love and learn to turn the other cheek and give their neighbors the benefit of the doubt and listen to their stories.
I think sometimes we forget our power in the trenches of it all.
So in honor of those mothers who have lost the children who were right there, the heft of their cheek on their shoulder, the palm of their hand pressed against theirs, I have been trying to “see” my own better.
I swam with them yesterday, and even got my hair wet:)
We played cards last night.
I held their cheeks in my palms and looked into their eyes.
Little things. But they were big things.
And of course it didn’t just help them, it helped their mom.
Giving and receiving love are both such beautiful gifts.
Let’s love more powerfully in honor of Texas.
Let’s look at this graduating girl one more time:
She is quirky and funny and lovely and good. And also stubborn and feisty and still learning so many things.
And in the wake of current events I am keenly aware of how lucky I am to have her right here, and to call her my own.
I can’t always be there to keep her safe, but I can give her power from the inside with my love.
And I am so excited to see the places she’ll go!