I meditated with my baby today. Okay, she’s nearly 7 but the number will always be irrelevant to her being my baby.
She pulled up a cushion beside mine and we lit candles, sounded our singing bowl, and settled in. The feeling of joy that bubbled up inside of me was magical. Pure joy, pure gratitude for a moment of contemplation with my beautiful daughter. It was like foam on top of a root beer float – the joy bubbling out of me, overflowing into the world – unable to be contained even if I wanted it to be. Which I didn’t. This is what I can share with the world every day. This overwhelming sense of gratitude, of joy. If I can walk with that every day and bring that to every interaction, my duty is done, my purpose is fulfilled.
She attempted to stifle a yawn that ended with a guttural gurgle. We opened our eyes to peek at each other and giggle. Eyes closed again, I visualized a blanket wrapped around us, keeping in the warm, peaceful, safe feeling. Oh that I could give that to my daughter to carry every day. In all of her interactions. Even with the blanket around us in my mind, the peaceful root beer foam bubbled over … it would touch the others in our house, on our street, at her school, in my office …. this is what we can do.
I opened my eyes again to take her in – to observe her in the candlelight. She’s beautiful of course but the most precious thing in that moment was watching her sit peacefully with her eyes closed. No device, no TV, no peer group … this girl of mine can sit! We’ll both carry those quiet peaceful happy moments with us throughout the day. And that is our service to the world we love.
In gratitude. xo