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Archive for April, 2008

Making friends with my body

Posted in Being in the body, being present, spirituality, tagged , , , , , on April 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »

The other night, as I lay in bed flopping with frustration with my body for being in so much pain, I heard a little whisper in my belly: “Treat me like your dearest friend”. What’s that? My body resonated with a voice from deep in my womb asking for at least as much love and [...]

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Forgiven

Posted in Connected Parenting, Sleep, tagged , , , , , on April 27, 2008 | 3 Comments »

The monkey is making teeth. Molars, two of them. He is snotty, fussy and very adverse to sleep. Meanwhile, I am teetering on the edge of my patience threshold. My body hurts. We did our nap dance today. He nurses, falls asleep, and then wakes back up after thirty minutes. I go in, snuggle him, [...]

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Be the mom you are

Posted in Being myself, tagged , , , , on April 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »

Some days I imagine myself as the perfectly calm yogic mama. I am wearing my unfaded black stretch pants and billowy white blouse. I eat crisp vegetable salads with chopsticks and hum lightly under my breath when the monkey tantrums over yet another frustration. I am present at all times, never distracted by the computer, [...]

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I Can

Posted in Being in the body, being present, tagged , , , , , on April 22, 2008 | 5 Comments »

Variation On A Theme By Rilke A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me–a sky, air, light: a being. And before it started to descend from the height of noon, it leaned over and struck my shoulder as if with the flat of a sword, granting me honor and a [...]

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Thoughts while breastfeeding in the high school parking lot

Posted in Being in the body, tagged , , , , , , on April 18, 2008 | 6 Comments »

While visiting sweet boy in Texas, the monkey and I picked him up every day from school. He goes to a huge high school that has the feel of a small college campus and many of the kids are from the affluent families who live in the West Austin area. One afternoon we arrived about [...]

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Texas trip: my favorite moments thus far

Posted in Connected Parenting, Uncategorized, tagged , , , on April 11, 2008 | 2 Comments »

Snuggling with sweet boy, his thick curly hair tucked under my chin, the resonance of his deeper voice as he laughs, the monkey crawling over his legs and give him “issy, issy”. My 87 year-old grandmother telling the monkey, “You just need some mama milk. That will make it all better. Honey, I am glad [...]

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Trucks, tans and chicken fried steak

Posted in Being myself, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on April 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »

We made it! The plane adventure was easier than I expected but nothing like it used to be (cue the violin). I am a traveler. I love sipping coffee in the airport, having a meaningful and unexpected conversation with a fellow passenger, and then sinking into a good book for hours. None of those things [...]

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Tapping the sickies away

Posted in being present, tagged , , , on April 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »

I decided as I went to sleep last night, swoony and sick, that I was going to sleep deeply, wake up feeling better and get on that plane. I even did a round of front-line tapping and saying the mantra: “I will sleep peacefully and wake up feeling better,” as I fell asleep. It worked! [...]

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Going to Texas, Ye-haw!

Posted in Being in the body, tagged , , on April 8, 2008 | 1 Comment »

Tomorrow morning the monkey and I are headed to Texas to visit family and most importantly, sweet boy. Sweet boy lives with his Dad and Step-mom in the cool cultural city of Austin, live music capitol of the world. It has been important for him to live with his Dad during these teenage years while [...]

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A moment on the time line

Posted in Children growing up, Family life, tagged , , , , , on April 4, 2008 | 1 Comment »

I worked late last night (8 PM) and as I pulled in the driveway, Papa Bear and the little monkey were highlighted in the kitchen window. (Papa Bear cruising the house in his tighty whiteys and the monkey in his monster pjs). Papa Bear was standing over the sink, rinsing glasses, and the little guy [...]

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