For me, my daughter points the way. All day long, she points me in the direction of opening. She shows me how to do it. She thrives at a level way beyond my usual, daily suffering. She reaches towards me with her big, fearless heart and says “Go this way” and when I follow her, things get better. That’s just the truth. My job is to not interrupt her expressions of joy, wonder, curiosity, anger, sadness, or peace but to pay attention to where she needs me to validate and care for what she feels and to share in it. Be with her in it.
Today, she insisted on an hour and half dance party! I’m serious, she MADE me dance for an hour and a half. What a drill sergaent. She forced me to do improvisation and then aerobics. When I tried to sit down, she would point at me and say “Dance, dance now” and I had no choice. So there we were, sweaty, singing, rolling on the rug, then going into full out boogie moves until she finally let me stop. She came over to me and put her arm around my shoulders (keep in mind, she’s 2 and a 1/2 years old), she looked me in the eye and said three times “You’re my Mama. You’re my Mama. You’re my Mama.” I’m pretty sure she was telling me that I had done well for her today. At least that’s how I took it.
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