Mommy Meditation

I was chatting with a new friend today and she asked me a question:

“Do you meditate?”

My first thought was, “No..not in the traditional sense.”  As much as I would LOVE to secure a time every day that is reserved for crossing my legs, lighting a candle, clearing my mind and refocusing, I just don’t have that time.

But then I realized something.

In a way, I DO meditate.

The small dude is *almost* past wanting to nap.  Unless I lay down with him. And by ‘lay down’, I mean, get him some milk, whip out my extra blanket and make myself comfy with him snuggled deep under my left arm.

As he slurps his milk, I allow my eyes to shut.  As his eyes drift closed, I allow my mind to clear.  I focus on his breathing as it syncs with mine.  I can literally hear his thoughts leaving his head, I can hear his heart slow and his breathing even out.  He nestles deeper into me, finding a way to crawl ever so slightly under my skin.

It is within these moments that a form of Mommy Meditation takes place.  I focus on the here and now.  I banish the notion that this small guy will one day shy away from me.  I ignore the possibility that he will not kiss and hug me at all, let alone in public.  I, instead, relish the weight of his head on my shoulder and his right leg thrown over mine as though to hold me in place.

I forget about work, pretend ‘what’s for dinner’ is someone else’e problem and sink into my one and only crucial role: Mommy.

So, yes, I guess the answer to the question is that I do, in fact, meditate.

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