I was in the depths of emotional despair last night. I mean, I really went there. I love that though, that I have to know such a comfort with every aspect of myself. And that I’m not a runner. I won’t run from myself expressing myself in any light. It really is a reward for a journey hard won.
The quiet of the situation right now (the quarantine) has given me pause to think of what lies beneath my normally resilient exterior. Sadness. And a general belief that I’m somehow failing at life. My guides laughed and laughed and laughed at the one. The jokes were never ending. I mean, thanks invisible friends, but for five whole minutes I really felt that way!
I think I tend to look at people doing what I had hoped to do with my life and beating myself up for not being in the position to be there with them yet, serving a mission bigger than myself. And yet, in reality, there isn’t a way for me to achieve that just yet, because my energy really is tied up in motherhood. Anyone who can deny that motherhood isn’t reason enough to reach for bigger dreams, doesn’t understand being fully committed to something other than themselves.
I pride myself on not being half ass when it comes to anything. A judgment I have of other mothers, or parents in general, is the parent who chose themselves over their child. Their lives are often more exciting, looking better on the surface than mine for sure, but if you have to abandon a whole entire child to live your glamorous lifestyle, is it really worth it in the end? My kids will never have to question my love for them, and I should be proud of that.
I still reach where I can, when I can, but it really has been a struggle to get anything truly started as far as a successful career goes, when I’m so committed to my children. I realize though, after taking a moment to wallow in my supposed failure, that I haven’t failed at all, because I haven’t failed them. I’m not a part time parental figure, and let me take a moment to just say, mom’s, I see you. You’re doing better than you think. And when they can, your children will be able to truly thank you for your loyalty to them, especially through the tougher days. Maybe you’ll even raise people who aren’t searching for themselves in everybody else. People who can really appreciate who they are, and work for the world, rather than for their image.
I don’t think mothers get enough credit. And I’m angry about that. A mother, a good mother, gives up her entire life the moment she knows she’s carrying a child in her womb. She does it instinctively. I know, this post will offend some mothers, but honestly, I hate seeing women take credit for being a mother when her children are often the least important priority in her experience, while some of us really have given up sleep, relationships, and our dreams in moments, to be the best version of a mother she can be. One, it’s not an easy thing to do. Two, it’s not something people give you much credit for either anymore.
Still, I know my restless spirit is seeking new horizons and as my children age, and can take on more of their own self care, I know that it is time to consider new experiences and reaching new heights. Not just for me, but as an example to them as well. I want to ultimately give them a better lifestyle, and I know that I have enough gifts to elaborate upon to eventually do that for them. I love seeing my children already having a better childhood experience than I had. I’m not the mother complaining about homeschooling my children during this pandemic. They are not a problem to me. They are a blessing in a blessing’s purest form. They are the reason I come back to again and again and again, when I am trying to define my importance in this world.
I am not unsuccessful, because throughout my journey I have recommitted to them again and again, and again. I have stayed in situations I would have run from as soon as I could have, to be their protector. My contribution isn’t dishes and laundry, and homework and chores. I am not an invisible member of society. I am a fucking mother. And maybe in being that committed to the right thing, I will raise people who love themselves. Rather than those who seek importance in things like fame, followers, and women.
I have goals. I have dreams. I have plans. I have wants, needs, and desires. I am seeking new experiences, but for now, until a door opens, this is my Heaven. And I’d like to see mothers get a little more credit, because it isn’t always easy to have to wait to accomplish your dreams. To be able to fully commit to something outside of the home. I am not a failure, because I did what mattered the most to me first. And I can honestly say, I didn’t half ass it.
Also, I am doing what I love. I just need to find a way to make it into something that earns me a living. I caught myself saying “I need to get my shit together”, the other day, and immediately stopped myself. No, I don’t. My shit is together. I don’t drink, drug, party, date a lot of different men. I am heavily invested in my spiritual path, branching out and reaching for new dreams all the time. I am not the one who needs to get my shit together. My shit is together. I just need to figure out how I’m going to make money doing what I love to do, rather than trying to please others by being willing to play the role of extension of them any longer. I don’t need to make anyone but me proud. And I already do that.
I have fought with myself every step of the way, to become a better mother to my children. To be a loving guide and mentor. To not hold them too tight, or try to change them for the sake of making them into my hope for who they will become. To be less impatient, less rough, less hurtful all the time. I have made this commitment again and again, and again.
And I am proud of myself.
The glory isn’t in mattering to a shallow world. It’s in mattering to those who need you to be there for them.
You can’t fail at a mission of the heart.
Namaste’