Most recently I’ve talked about postponing joy because of fear. It’s something that’s been on my mind a lot lately as I’m in some sort moody/introspective/meaning-of-life phase. I’d blame it on lunar cycles or hormones, but honestly I know nothing about those two things so just attribute this phase to being seriously scatterbrained.
First, for all of the mama’s out there, happy mothers day! I hope you had a fantastic time with your kid(s) or animal-kids. I got hugs and kisses from miss Lilly
A couple of things happened tonight that gave me a little moody introspective moment, so just sharing here. First, I posted a photo on Facebook of my mom with one of my friends since middle school. In the photo, my mom and my friend are laughing as my mom tries to tickle her from behind. Big smile, short permed hair, and rosy cheeks. That is how I’m trying to remember my mom this mother’s day:
Tonight after posting that photo, I started going through some photos that my friend Emily posted from our trip to NYC a couple of weekends ago. For the first time in forever, I didn’t focus on how large I looked in the photos – instead I was transported back to those moments where I was experiencing sheer joy.
In those photos, I can feel the joy that my mom must have been experiencing in the photo of her with Maia. For the first time in a long time, I feel connected to my mom through joy and not loss. Even more reason to continue seeking out joy and pushing fears aside.