A series of posts on life as a "Mindful Mommy."
It's here, and as I said to my husband just this morning, "It feels as if I've given birth!"
My new book, The Mindful Mommy's Back-to-School Survival Guide, made her debut today. It's my first book in five years--a real book—and it feels very much to me like a baby.
I remember what I felt like for hours, even days, after my first child was born. Giddy with excitement that just doesn't wind down, not even when your body begins to crash. (This, even after 22 hours of back labor!) Your heart is so happy and your spirits are over-the-top because you just know you brought something wonderful into the world.
I feel that way today. So what's the big deal, you might ask? A book is a book. Hmpfh.
Well, you're right. The thing is, I did something I've been wanting to do for a very long time and there is boundless joy in that.
You see, I LOVE being a mommy. As a young girl, it's the only thing I knew I truly wanted for myself. When I finally became a mother I was overjoyed because I nearly wasn't. A health issue, then infertility, led me to believe I might not have any children of my own. So with each child that was born I was so immensely grateful.
The problem was I loved being a mommy so much I stopped loving myself. Perhaps I never knew how. Or, somehow, I was led to believe that you showed your love to others by self-sacrificing. Well, as you can guess, 10 years of putting yourself on the back burner led to being crispy fried—more health issues.
Thankfully, I found my footing through mindfulness and self-compassion practice before I was too far gone and my kids were grown and out of the nest. Mindfulness saved me. Self-compassion healed me. It saved my kids too.
As a result, I wrote a book, Coming Home to Ourselves: A Woman's Journey to Wholeness, about this "recovery of self" journey. I became passionate about sharing what I'd learned about "extraordinary loving mindful self-care" with other women so they wouldn't burn out too. That was in 1997.
Well, here we are, 2013, sixteen years later, and I've been chomping at the bit to revise Coming Home because I have learned much about Mindful Mommying in subsequent years. There was SO much more I wanted to share with young mothers today who are struggling with similar issues.
It seems as if it almost happened overnight, effortlessly. The sequel to Coming Home started writing itself. I felt pregnant again; there were a few labor pains, not many. And in just a short time (far less than 9 months!), a new book had emerged. The Mindful Mommy's Back-to-School Survival Guide was born.
So I'm giddy and proud of it. It's no small feat to give birth to a "baby" when you're 60!
Anyway, check it out lovely friends. The baby's in the nursery and you can take a peak. I'll clone a copy for you to take home. She's a beauty!
is a touchpoint. a resting place, a "remembering" of who we really are: beings of unshakeable peace, boundless compassion, and deep joy.