Today I woke up with the clear task to celebrate my children.
I remember a holiday in the Swiss mountains, when my daughter was a newborn and my son about 3 years of age. I was exhausted from the little sleep I got. When I entered the eating salon in a little chalet-hotel, my son spotted me and came darting at me, beaming and all jumpy. And my girl lit up with a loud noise of her own. Instead of embracing the scene, all I had to give them was a growl, as I longed for silence and solitude. The woman next to me had observed us. She looked deep into my eyes (I still remember thinking that I saw the eternal light in those magical, huge eyes), and said: “They are celebrating you.”
It was the most beautiful gift and it stuck with me these past 6 years.
Celebrate them, my tutors told me this morning. And so it happened that my son sat with me in the morning with tears in his eyes for me to love up and to celebrate his courage of expression, until he had to run to school. An hour later my girl came back home from school after her flute class. She was in tears about the fact that she could not remember where to go for her German class and felt ashamed over it. Thank mother-father-god she had the intuition to come home. So here I was again, celebrating her soul weariness and watching her clearing her sorrow with her own wise water.
I am grateful that they showed me their vulnerability, what strength it takes to do that!
Glorious god-love children in the world keep educating us about the many things we forget when our bodies grow and we believe we need to fit in and swallow our tears. We in turn promise to celebrate you as the ones who chose us and this planet to learn with and from.
I announce this to be the new
GLOBAL DAY OF TEARS August 21
BE FREE-WATER UP-SPILL IT