I sit down at my computer after receiving a beautiful calling and invitation to join Motherhood Pages as a writer, creator, mother, and woman unfolding on her journey. I delight in the ‘good feeling’ of feeling confident, open and secure enough to express myself. For me, that last part is important to salute “…feeling confident, open and secure enough to express myself.” This has not always been a dominate feeling for me; I am mostly a private person. By nature, I tend to lean inward to find my happy place.
So, it is from this “good feeling” place that I write my first post. I embrace the opportunity to write as an experienced mother. Delighted at the thought of writing, I envision a connection to the reader that evokes a sense of sisterhood, understanding, compassion and empowerment that feels expansive and free.
And so tonight, I was blissfully motivated to feel into what to share in my first post, and as motherhood often has its way, right at that blissful moment of inward focus and contemplation, I was innocently, yet abruptly, interrupted by my 10-year-old daughter saying, “Mama, I need the computer right now to turn in a homework assignment that is almost due!”
My daughter and I share my laptop. I am not quite ready for her to have her own computer, but school seems to be requiring it, which is both frustrating (for a few reasons) and a probable result of living in an era highly dependent on technology, all during a pandemic where remote learning became a reality. Anyhow, my daughter waited another minute or so, staring at me type, eagerly yet patiently waiting, so I completed my sentence and turned over the computer to her.
It all worked out fine. I accepted the fact that motherhood duties were calling and paused the finishing of writing my first post. I took a mental note to return to it the next day and immediately snapped out of my quiet, blissful state to an alert, responsive, problem-solving state. I suppose all mothers can relate to this need to instantly shift into a different mindset or role as a common thread on some level.
As I returned to complete this short post the following day, essentially to “get my feet wet” in writing (again), it felt good to come from a more open, heart-centered, and empowered space that feels less intimidating and insecure than it had when I have written in the past. This was a “good feeling.”
In divine timing, this all occurred on an evening when a windy rainstorm swept through the Pacific Northwest. It was a sure sign that summer was coming to an end and fall was fast approaching. I had not yet prepared for the end of summer, so all of our patio furniture and outdoor summer things were still out. Subconsciously, it was my way of extending the warmer, sunnier summer months before the long fall and winter months set in.
I heard a loud crash outside and instinctively jumped up, threw on whatever nearby clothes I could grab (a sleeveless puffer vest and pajama bottoms), and ran outside barefoot to rescue our umbrella from blowing away (and almost taking the glass dining tabletop with it)! Once I got things secured, I returned inside and my entire body and feet were soaking wet, yet I still felt very peaceful and also invigorated. I still had that “good feeling” despite the unpredictability of the evening and considered it an affirmation from Mother Nature of my call to write.
