There are so many things I want to tell you! But I'm going to just highlight a few here so I don't write a small novel in one post. Little Mister is onto one nap a day --- which means more "doing" for mama!
When Little Mister was born, my Aunt Laura suggested taking a parent/infant class at a Waldorf School. It was exactly what I needed as I was wading into the murky waters of first-time parenthood. What a scary place to be, as I had no safety net! Realizing this was essential for survival with a new little person, I set out to create one.
(Miss Liz sitting in her classroom spot)
The past year, I've done two parent/infant classes with Waldorf. Both taught by the lovely Liz Hagerman, we were guided to observe our babies, give them space to just be instead of constantly projecting our own worries, doubts, concerns and judgments onto them. How eye opening! Since they obviously can not talk, it can be so easy to conclude something that---with a little space and observation---turns out to be something completely different than what we had expected. Or, it actually was as we thought and was confirmed through observing. It was a wonderful foundation for listening to my gut. Turns out, that's where most decision making comes from as a new mama (and, I'd venture, as humans!).
We talked a lot about intentional parenting. Mindfulness, trust, boundaries and rhythm as the foundation of "discipline" were explored amongst the group. We were given the gift of space to become comfortable with trusting ourselves--- as their parents, we know what our children ultimately need if we observe and listen. The experience helped shape my approach to parenting and rippled over, touching how I approach life.
Intentional everything. It's something I've been contemplating for a while (and also authentic power, but that's another post!). The past year felt like I was being taken for a ride. The tides of life were sweeping me under like a strong undertow. I was allowing circumstances and situations to run amok, versus creating healthy boundaries and asking for help (from sources who could and would really be there for me) when needed. But since I can't breathe underwater, I intended for things to radically change---and they are bit by bit, day by day, little by little.
The change I'm referring to has been spurred by a compilation of things: the wonderful space the Waldorf experience has given me---to see how I'd like things to be and make the changes to move in that direction; meeting other wonderful people in my life going through similar situations (Megan, Alexis, Laura, Andrea, Carolyn, Jourdan!!); and having friends from all walks of my life holding the space for me (Kiija, Deidre, Chelsea, Martha, Grace, Heidi!!). For it all, I am humbled and grateful.
A little verse Liz recites for us when we end our snack, so lovely, succinct and wonderfully full:
Blessings on the blossoms Blessings on the roots Blessings on the leaves and stems And blessings for this food.
For the golden corn, and the apples on the trees For the golden butter and the honey from the bees For fruits and nuts and berries, that grow beside the way We bless your loving kindness, earth And thank you every day.