19 July, 2001
I’m blowing bubbles for him this morning in the faint and
foggy light of his eastern window. We both learn (or re-learn) lessons in these
quiet moments. I am charged again with remembering just how new this world is
to him. He learns of the mortality of a bubble. Even though the moment has
passed, he still looks up with blue and eager eyes, not desperate, just
wondering if Mommy will spin magic for him again. That’s one great thing about
moms and sons – each is magic to the other.
26 July, 2013
Oh the sweetness of early childhood! One of the foundation
stones of the path of Yoga is Vairagya,
literally “transparent”, but usually rendered as non-attachment. Looking back
on this sweet journal entry from 12 years (!) ago, I feel the ache of
attachment. Is it true, still? Are we still magic to each other? Now that we’ve
come to that murky land of tweendom, now that there seem to be days of gross
and wrenching vascillation from indignation to silence and back. It takes more to settle back into magic some
days. But, then there is that sweet moment, when a smile is given freely, when
a darling, 12-yr-old boy lets his momma kiss him on the lips before going to
bed. And, I’m working on not being
attached to that, either.
Namaste,
Amy
