Daughter-mother, mother-daughter. I was born my mother's daughter and from her i learned how to be a creative, powerful intelligent and sensitive woman. Now that I am a mother, my daughter teaches me how to be a patient, caring, nurturing, loving, happy woman. Daughter-mother, mother-daughter... A divine legacy of teaching, loving and learning.
These days my daily lessons are in womanhood, motherhood, daughterhood. I learn to care for my body, my baby, my family of three. I learn to be grateful (I keep a gratitude journal now where I write the things I am grateful for every day). I learn to be thankful, for the little things, like:
- waking up to my baby's bubbly sounds
- having the time to cook a delicious meal
- the longer days that make way for spring
- the friends from afar who think of us and send us tokens of their love via air m
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ld ever imagine. It is walking around with your heart outside your body. It is being in awe, constantly, at the miracle of life and love... Oh to have made this beautiful baby inside me, cells dividing to the beat of my heart, sharing air, water, blood, and emotion.Last week Maia and I celebrated Women's Day quietly, in the comfort of our home. This woman's day was so different than all the previous ones I've celebrated with friends and colleagues in the past... But it was just like any other day in the last month and a half, totally taken up by my baby girl. We carried out our usual mother and daughter rituals: dancing around the house, morning yoga session, afternoon baby massage, a warm bath together, a long walk by the water, hours of breastfeeding, of looking into each others' eyes, and basking in togetherness.
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