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Bridge the digital world by sharing the imperfect perfect story of your child’s birth.
Just paste your story below. I’m not going to grade it. I’m not going to check your grammar. I’m definitely not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.
(If there are parts that might inspire other women, I will ask for your permission before I show them your bold act.)
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I teach Ayurveda , but not as a list of rules.
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The Journal
How motherhood slowed me down
It’s just after 1:00 p.m. My three-year-old daughter and I make the slow walk from her school back to our home. It is a walk that takes me seven minutes alone, but with her, we take about a half hour. It’s filled with questions: What’s that flower? What’s under that pile of leaves? Why is that man walking? And of course, there is time to say hello to her friend Gustavo, who owns the hardware store down the street.
This is her time. A time to meander and to not be pushed. A space to become fully immersed in that timeless state of childhood that I am sad to admit is not possible in all other parts of her day.
When the clock strikes midnight
I’m not going out tonight.
We have an invitation. A party under the stars and next to a fire, filled with people we love. But I am tired. So I will stay in instead.
The revolution
My daughter called to me from her carseat, her voice tinged with sleep. The four-hour drive to our new home in a small Mexican town was overlapping with her naptime, but there was no other way to do it. The road was empty except for us, so I picked her up out of her carseat, wrapped her in my scarf, and nursed her to sleep on my lap. As she dozed in my arms, I watched a dog take off running at top speed along a row of restaurants. Something about the freedom of its movement, unhindered by cages or leashes, stirred some ancient part of me.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40