I’m sitting in the parking lot fumbling for the clasp. I can’t get it. It’s the “om” necklace given to me by my husband just days after we brought our first born home from the hospital.
Four kids and thirteen years later, this necklace remains my favorite. I’ve put it on a million times and though I know the chain is short, I’m wondering why this morning, when I’m late and every second counts, that I’m having all this trouble getting the darn thing fastened.
I can see my hands fumbling in my car’s rear view mirror. Small-metal-ring heading towards open-silver-lever aaaaand…
it’s a miss.
“I. AM. SO. LATE!” I think-yell at myself for encouragement.
Not surprisingly, I miss again. And again. And again.
My shiny circle “om” glares back in the mirror, mockingly.
“This is RIDICULOUS. Why can’t I get it?!?” I lower my tired arms, hands dropping into my lap with defeat.
I stop. I sit still for maybe the first second that morning. I’d been rushing all morning. I’d rushed (more than usual) to get my kids out the door to school. I’d rushed (more than usual) to get back home. To get to the next thing. I stop and I breathe and just like that, some internal reset button is pushed and I know what I need to do.
I turn away from the mirror to have another go at my necklace. I notice immediately, things feels different. I feel different. My mind is settled. I’m breathing. My hands move the way they want to move. There’s no reflection staring back at me to confuse things— just my hands going the way they know to go.
Three seconds later and wa-la. My necklace is clasped.
I sit in the front seat of my car, close my eyes and laugh at myself for a second. This moment. This lesson. How is this my life?
What happens when I force things? When I hold too tight or push too hard?
What happens when I soften? When I breathe and trust and hold on to letting go instead?
“Ommmmmmmm” my mind teases me. I open my eyes and notice the shiny pendant hanging from my neck. I breathe and say the word over in the quiet of my mind, the place I’d been rushing too next feeling far less important.
ps: I’d love to hear of a time you “shifted” and things improved because of it. Maybe a parenting moment and awareness about yourself that helped you or a moment you look back on now with new eyes. xoxo
When we follow our bliss, tune in and trust, anything and everything is possible. I hope you walk with me and other moms here because everything is BETTER when we are holding hands. Let’s share on twitter, facebook and pinterest too because the manual is ours to write but we don’t have to write it alone!!!