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The evolution started the day two hearts beat inside me. Little did I know that July 27, 2010 would mark her birthday and mine.
The Birth of A Mother
An entrepreneur. A blogger. A writer. A dreamer. A healer.
They say you find true love when you’re not looking. I have friends who met their loves in an amusement park, in kindergarten, and in an ashram. Fate at its finest.
But self-love isn’t written in the stars. It requires you to search with open eyes and a willing heart.
I’ve been hunting around for quite some time now and I think it’s time I share my most unexpected findings. So, today I open my treasure chest. Have a look!
Where Is Your Love Hiding?
1. In your hair – you will fall in love hard when you wear a flower in your hair. Maybe some baby’s breath in your braid. Or a begonia by your bun. Eventually, you’ll graduate to the flower crown – a true statement of self-adoration.
I recall going through life with so much to say but holding it all in. And when I spoke, I would habitually say what I thought people wanted to hear, always choosing to bite my tongue to avoid stepping on toes.
Funny enough, I remember getting my toes trampled on and being the one to apologize. I was hit by a speeding car…at a pedestrian crossing… in a school zone…and I apologized.
I’m telling you, my vocal chords did their own thing.
Things finally turned around when my daughter was born. As her role model and spokesperson, I thought I’d help her find her voice. Instead, she helped me discover mine.
Knowing that your beloved sister is having an unassisted home birth in Costa Rica really tests your ability to let go and let be.
Little did I know, I didn’t have anything to worry about.
Angels surrounded her. Each one arriving right on time.
The kindest couple welcomed her into their home.
They made her tea. They fed her Costa Rican mangoes. They never left her side.
Mama-to-be danced to the beat of African drums and the sounds of a sitar.
The music perfectly matching the rhythm of the contractions.
Three darling children offered their “om’s” and drummed along.
Friends across the globe lit a candle. Said a prayer. Breathed for her.
Family tuned in live, through the internet. Costa Rica to Canada to China.
How do you feel when your baby’s birthday comes around? A little sad that she is no longer teeny, tiny and as needy? Those thoughts creep into every mother’s mind when their child turns another year older. Birthdays tend to remind us that life changes as time goes on.
Seemingly harmless, every thought we have leaves an impact. These thoughts can become a pattern that repeatedly robs us of the happiness available to us right here and now.
What does it take to raise an Olympic athlete?
I have tuned in to every Olympic Games since 1994 and I have never asked that question. The 2012 Summer Olympics is the first one that I’ll be watching as a mother. I am beginning to realize that the mothers behind these elite athletes are as admirable as their all-stars.
Just imagine everything they must have done to give their child a chance at a gold medal.
In 2010, Silentnight had everyone talking about the “shocking” survey that showed that new parents lose an average of six months of sleep during the first two years of their child’s life. The first time I heard those numbers, I had not yet become a mother. That must be a gross exaggeration, I thought.
Fast forward two years.
Children celebrate their achievements. They smile big and hand out high-fives when they first learn to spell their names. They run around giddy with excitement when they count from 1-10. And nobody seems to mind. In fact, adults realize the importance of celebrating along with them.
Unfortunately, at some point, we learn to suppress that behavior and replace it with “modesty”. From my personal experience, women tend to be especially modest about their assets, achievements, and abilities. But does this behaviour really benefit anyone? I am convinced that modesty is more damaging than anything else.
Have you ever struggled to keep a fitness routine alive and kicking? Your on-again-off-again relationship with your workout routine may be because you’re following advice given by experts in magazines, online…etc. While the pros may know their stuff, the one thing they can’t tell you, is what works for YOU.
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I'm Nat Nanton, founder of Tutu Mama. Becoming a mother has made me commit to living my greatest life. If you can relate to that, you're in the right place.Connect with me
