Pixiesis called from Seattle last night and reported feeling a little frustrated. Big dreams in the works, she’s seen little progress of late on any of them. She’s tried to take the accompanying emotions – impatience, anger, annoyance – in stride with some good old fashioned non-attachment. But, as any Buddhist can tell you, sometimes it works and sometimes it don’t.
On another front, Pixiesis got a summer gig sitting for kids from my nephew’s school. The mortgage meltdown has slowed the economy at her house so she’s happy to have some extra money rolling in. Remarking how easy it was, how this job “just showed up” sans effort, she wished the same would happen with her other stuff too. “Why can’t things go that way with my workshops, reflexology and writing?” she asked.
I replied that the sitting stint only seemed to come easily. In truth, this offer was a reward for the small steps she’d been taking in her role as Mother all along. I pointed out that the other parent didn’t just hand over her kids because she happened to see Pixiesis standing on the playground. No, Pixiesis has been there – day in and day out – at Owen’s school and at home, warm, supportive and loving. Without trying, she showed the world that she’s a great Mom and could be trusted to take care of other kids. “So busting my ass the last six years hasn’t been a complete waste,” she said, smiling across the miles. Amen, sistah, amen!
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