I started out by creating a safe, nurturing home where my loved ones could rest and dream and explore and be who they were without judgment or fear.
For over twenty years I was 'just a mom,' but a mom who listened deeply, studied widely, transformed continually, asked Beautiful Questions, and wrote stories in the tiny cracks between the daily tasks and sublime epiphanies of motherhood. When my sons stepped into adulthood, I thought I had to set aside my mothering cloak. All my Beautiful Questions merged into one: "How, then, do I serve?"
The answer? Continue providing sanctuary.
It may look a little different from mothering my boys. But then again, maybe not. We can all benefit from resting in a good story or being deeply heard or travelling with a loving companion who holds our hand while we remember who we really are and what we're here to do.
PS - Just so you know, this is my all-time favourite photo of me, surrounded by my husband and sons at a friend's wedding. It's a few years old. My hair is much longer now. And more grey. When I get another photo taken that I like nearly as well, I'll change it out. For now, let's pretend I still look like this.