As I watch my baby sleep, I feel balance return. Calm reigns again.
As I watch my baby sleep, I see divinity in the curve of his cheek. I understand why grandmothers (always Italian ones, in the movies…) grab children's cheeks for a loving squeeze.
As I watch my baby sleep, my breath slows to match his. This sleep is proof that even the busiest entity (yes, that includes a whirling mind) will eventually, naturally rest. Sleep is a sign of satiation – there is nothing else he needs, for now.
As I watch my baby sleep, I remember why it is important to watch my baby sleep. Life admin can wait. Happy mums are not necessarily the ones with the tidiest houses.
As I watch my baby sleep, I think of Yashoda, mother of the god Krisha. He was the naughtiest of all the boys in the village – a thief and a flirt, and strong enough to pull down trees. Imagine explaining that to the other parents at the school gates. Krishna offered each of his family whatver they most desired. Many chose instant enlightenment, but Yashoda requested to return to this life and be his mother again. .
We are blessed to be parents, but I don't know how anyone parents and stays sane without meditation. I am teaching a course especially for mothers, twice this February. Please come and join me. Info@stablehousemeditation.com