You Won't believe the day that I've had

Days filled with over-fullness, today was not above ordinary. Until it built... And built. A very busy day, thankfully progressing well, until the all too often over piling of tasks ocures and the weight of responsibility and burden feels as if it will crush me. But, will it? REALLY? Is it not all in my mind? And the stress mounts as the clock ticks. Minute by minute, I loose my ground on the list of responsibilities as each seems to suck the life and time out of me. And my sweet babies need their mama. In between, I go. I am. I'm mama.

And I rush......and I breathe, and I smile, and I do. Stop here. Stop there. I go. I am. I am ALL.

Off to yoga class, with eager students smiling on their beloved mats, so eager, yet furrowed of brow. And I breathe, taking my self out of me. Isn't it really just my own perception? Their hearts open, I long to fill. We go together. Selflessness heals. I go. I am. I'm yours.

On my way home :-).........or not. Groceries. I forgot. Basket lunging, clock ticking. 12 hours now. I want to rest. Lovely music playing as I pour over the produce. Organic, always worth it. Yes. I go. I am. I'm mama. Traffic, really, WHY? So late. I'm tired. More to do. Full car. Bed time, and not yet eaten dinner. Is it not all in my mind?

I pull in my drive......AHHHH. And a flat tire on my vehicle. REALLY? Please. Where is my reward for, well, me? Bags over-pouring my arms and I struggle with the lock, WHY, all while re-arranging morning plans due to the dilemma? Four people in my house and no one can rush to me..........THEN........

Then I find a claim that my baby has just had an accident....covered with glass, dropping my troubles and worries, floating the stairs, I find. The tiny little, barely seven year old, in her little cotton panties, tears covering her lap as she is frightened by the light bulb shards covering her. And I remember.....I go. I am. I'm mama. "No, my love, you are safe. I am here." Just in time.