Captured in mere moments
If you try to mimic mindfulness,
it will limit you only by the moment.
Forcing you to remain in the present,
Where the past shall remain,
travels to your soul.
If you are distracted
these moments pass you by.
In a blink it has passed you
when you failed to heed it.
Too consumed with time ahead.
If you can quiet your mind
frozen in what’s before you.
Neither the past nor the future
interrupt the NOW.
… watching a mother in love with being a mom. Rising up and flourishing under the greatest thing a man can never know: the secret of motherhood that can beam brightly from the soul.
…. or as a mother, being set far back, hurting to not share that defining moment: her graduation top of her class, Dean’s List, Honour Roll, AND an internship at the Smithsonian in Washington, DC all last summer.
My only instruction to not meet anyone named “Trump” as if I had a say or advice needed or wanted.
There’s a progression of isolated moments when a mom is flung aside as the chickadee has to forge ahead.
That’s the moment, a mom has her fingers crossed behind her back, and she takes on the best you’ve taught her, avoided your worst traits, a survivor of her Millennial graduate class of 2019. A degree the medal for those battle scars from learning, moving ahead, knowing confidently what is acceptable or not acceptable to her.
Treating everyone with kindness and gratitude is the best traits anyone can adopt, without limits. Period.