Today is the first day of the rest of your life... blah blah blah. But it's so true. Discovering divinity in the day-to-day, mundane routine of Motherhood is an interesting excursion. I watched an episode of 'Sex and the City' last night about the cult called 'Motherhood', and part of the theme focused upon the single girl observing how much 'Mothers' have sacrificed. No longer CEO's of company's, they find themselves wiping snotty noses and smoking pot in their children's tree houses just to stay sane!
I suppose one could argue that there is divinity in smoking pot in a tree house; however, I must confess I am looking for a deeper connection. I must have purpose in my day. In Viktor Frankl's 'Man's Search for Meaning', he summarizes that if a person has the 'why' he can survive any 'what', and accomplish any 'how'. I now find myself embarked on the amazing expedition of discovering the divine in poopy diapers, endless hours of baby babble, temper-tantrums, constant cleaning up of broken valuables, and long periods spent in total isolation. I am groaning at myself, because I don't want to be that Mom that complains about her lot in life.
So, then if Viktor Frankl can survive two years in a Nazi concentration camp, then I can survive the passage into the cult of Motherhood. Yes, it's true I have long since drank the koolaid, and am totally smitten with my son, I just want to be able to fully embrace the experience! Purpose to a day is like the fizz in your pop. Today my purpose is to celebrate. I am going to face-forward my day with the enthusiasm and optimism of a teen-ager going to a Friday-night basher! Why? Because it'll be fun, and if I get to decide what my purpose is, then why not that?
Yes folks I will buy my grocery's while dancing to my ipod, I shall drive my car to the park with AC/DC cranked (my son loves them), I shall prepare a meal tonight of Nachos and Tofu, and I shall look for all the little ways my boy laughs along with life. I shall laugh along with him. How many CEO's laugh out loud for no reason at all? Or shout with excitement because they've discovered something new? I watch my son, and I giggle with the thought of how great it would be if all adults acted like toddlers, with their awkward way of playing, talking, dancing... we should all allow ourselves to dance like a kid with reckless abandon!
So today, my son and I are going to PARTY, listen to the music, dance to the beat, sing our truths with love, and celebrate LIFE!
