I don't know why it has taken me so very long to set up this space (I'm speaking of the window ledge...) in my house. Well, I do know that this window needs to be opened during much of the year (hello, old house with no ventilation system!) and this ledge is so tiny. But I'm putting my foot down. This need for mama-soothing is bigger than the need to easily throw open a window. I need this space to hold on to when my boat is sinking, when I'm being pulled under by the lashing current of mama-bear anger. Too often in the day, I'm finding myself faced with the demons that motherhood has exposed. I get angry. I get mean. I hold off from displaying this to my boys for too long and then I bust. And so, now this space, to help me remember. Shocking how we need such screaming reminders to tell ourselves to BREATHE.
When I'm feeling my top spin, or even when I don't notice in the slightest the simmering and brewing that is occurring, I step over to the sink to wash one more spoon and I see this reminder. I could come up with 200 such reminders, cliches, quotes but this one is working for me for now.
Perhaps a garland of beeswax-ed autumn leaves will grace this space tomorrow. Or perhaps that seasonal craft will slide one more day as I hum along, washing dishes, keeping calm and carrying on.