Meditation to Ride the Waves
By: Hannah Corman | March, 11, 2018
As first published on the blog Mother Hustle Feb 2017:
I often hear that I have it together, that I’m an easygoing mom, that I’m laid back. I like to believe those things about myself. But while I may be a natural optimist, staying “laid back” in motherhood is work. Enjoyable work. But nonetheless, effort required.
That can be a really daunting word. It comes with connotations of silent monks, enlightenment, waking at dawn, adding another thing to your ever expanding To Do list.
There’s a million excuses: I don’t have time, it seems hard, I can’t clear my mind for even 30 seconds, it’s so trendy right now, I need to work up to that, I’m not mentally fit enough to do meditation, general eye roll.
I hear you. I’ve had an entire lifetime of dueling feelings about the M word.
My mom has made daily meditation part of her life for as long as I’ve been aware. Growing up, she would set the egg timer, go into the living room, and we weren’t to disturb her until the timer went off. It would seem like she’d be in there for aaaaggggessss. What was she doing? Just sitting there! WTF. My little sister and I had things to DO!
She said that meditating added time to her day. Well that didn’t make any sense. She was actually wasting time doing nothing. Here comes the teenager eye roll.
If we expressed any curiosity at all, she would talk to us about how meditation made her day go by more slowly so that she could focus and be more productive in a lighter, happier mood. She would talk about remembering things, gaining clarity…like remembering where she left her calendar. (She still carries a paper wall calendar as her appointment book to this day.)
She tried to guide us into a meditation once or twice, but we said, “This is boring” and got up.
We definitely did NOT get it.
Fast forward 25 years and here I am following in her footsteps, trying to meditate everyday. Just another way in which I’m turning into my mother: a sentence I say at least twice a week.
My baby is 6 months old and I’m working from home as an artist. Maybe it seems to the outside world that we are an easygoing duo, but inside my head and my apartment, I am unshowered, bra-less, spit up covered and anxious that he’s not napping, napping too long, not pooping, and has a diaper rash that just won’t quit. I’m living in 30 minute increments. Working in snippets. Even rest-time is never laissez-faire.
We’re planned. We’re scheduled. We’re tethered to the house and the couch. And he’s in the totally distracted phase, so it’s difficult to watch TV or listen to a podcast or audiobook because he needs to focus on eating or needs my attention when playing.
And don’t get my wrong: I love each individual moment. I truly don’t care if he poops through three diapers and a onesie. C’est la vie. I’m giving myself permission and grace to do what I can work-wise without obsessing on what I’m not doing. But it’s when I think about my life as a whole, my day after day routine, that I become completely overwhelmed. It’s like Groundhog Day. I feel like I can’t breathe, like I’m trapped.
And then I come back to meditation. These days, I prioritize meditation during baby’s first nap of the day. It can be 10 minutes or 40 minutes. It’s something just for me in an endless stream of giving giving giving. Giving my time. Giving my attention. Giving my emotion. Giving my body.
I find that when I include meditation in my daily practice, I feel less overwhelmed and that I can handle whatever the day may bring, as a mom and also as a human being.
I started my meditation practice in 2009 when I did my yoga teach training, and here’s a short list of things I’ve found in my personal experience since then:
I mean, clearly time cannot be extended, but it can FEEL extended. Less hurried. Less oppressive. Looser. The reins of the clock don’t strangle me quite as badly. Time seems lighter.
And I’m float-ier. I’m easier. I’m calmer and more relaxed with my son. Pet peeves in the outside world don’t trigger me. I’m able to breathe deeper and without the tightness in my chest and throat. My son and I just take our day minute by minute, and the Groundhog Day nature of our lives doesn’t weigh on me as heavily.
Now I know what my mom must’ve been feeling day in and day out when she set that egg timer.
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