Silence

Creating silence when I don’t say anything.  Hearing 100 things in my head that could be said, in response to you.  Choosing to hold my tongue.  I am an artist creating silence.  Silence full of Love and acceptance and a deep breath.  I have stood in the Silence of hatred and fear.  Grateful now to know the difference.  Grateful to create responsibly, the Silence of peace and faith.  

You get up and get dressed and express your usual morning joy with fun noises and belly rubs.  There are ideas in my head about what you could do with your time, what you “should” do.  Most of the ideas emerge from my desire to feel like I am a good mom.  Gently shifting the spotlight of focus to illuminate the primary goal of supporting your independence.  A decision has been made, that regardless of what my scared, small mind may cry out for, the primary goal remains the fearless and grand truth that you are Free.  You are Free to discover Life.  

Under this decision about Freedom lies the idea that a good mom allows space for discovery and failure.  A good mom creates Silence and then listens and watches.  Yesterday morning my scared, grasping mind knew that you “should” either help me hang up this laundry or go outside and shovel that driveway.  Then the spotlight of focus shifted over to illuminate your freedom as my small mind raged, falling into a welcome pit of neglect.  As the small mind is neglected, it fades.  It gets easier and easier to function from the fearless and grand truth that resides in my heart.  You are Free.  

You are Free.  It is my pleasure and my honor to allow space for you to discover Life at your own pace and in your own, unique way.  So I am Silent.  I am an artist hanging up laundry, creating a masterpiece of Loving, peaceful Silence.  You continue to bounce around, oozing joy, even while saying right out loud, “I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know what to do.”.  Deep breath, reach for another piece of clean, wet clothing to hang on the rack, see the spotlight illuminating primary goal.  There is a Free, wild creature here with me and I am on safari with my notebook, observing their behavior.  What will the independent one do?  They have said they don’t know what to do.  Silence.  Acceptance of your wisdom.  Faith that this moment counts.  Knowing I am a good mom because I am allowing space.  A silent space pregnant with eager celebration of divine guidance and your beautiful uniqueness.  

YES!  You reach for a piece of laundry, joyfully hanging it on the rack.  Another piece, then another.  There is a flow.  We’re doing the laundry together.  It just happened, in the Silence.  My quiet mouth.  My held tongue.  Yes.