Rock Star Mamma?

Yesterday was one of those days when a mom comes close to going crazy and can’t wait for 5 o’clock just to have a glass of wine for sanity purposes.  As I washed off the dog poop that my son stepped in, I thought, “Am I seriously washing off disgusting, wet, dog poop in my kitchen sink?”  I proceed to pick up the rest of the poop in the backyard so that he can run around freely with the garden hose in his diaper (he doesn’t know the difference, and to him, it could be the South of France).  Afterwards, I raked the leaves on the side of the house in the sweltering heat and thought, “How is this fun?”  Then, the plumber bangs on the door just as I got my little man to go down for a nap.  As I opened the door to this this man with a look of rage, I wondered if I had thrown my sanity out the window.  The poor guy didn’t know he was coming to fix the toilet at Miss Hannigan’s.

I felt trapped in this house and in this neighborhood.  I wanted to scream, “Get me out!  Get me back to New York City,” but was this my life now?  Was this my destiny – waiting for plumbers and singing Knick Knack Patty Wack all day?  I wondered if my brain was melting or still intact.

By the time my husband came home to take me to the concert that I had been anticipating for months, I was exhausted and not in the finest of moods.  How could he understand?  He just finished a day of Internet surfing, coffee talk, and engaging business calls, where he actually used his brain.  He must have wondered where his wife went.  He was hoping to take her to see Coldplay, not this crazy girl.

That night as I watched Chris Martin maniacally run across the stage singing, “I know St. Peter won’t call my name,” from the popular song Viva La Vida.  I thought to myself, “The life of a rock star – what fun.  He is not picking up poop and waiting for plumbers all day.”

Then, I had a revelation – my son thinks I’m Coldplay!  We have a daily tradition – I turn on Viva La Vida, he’ll get a big grin on his face and hold out his arms so I’ll pick him up and we dance.  He thinks I’m a rock star as I play my air guitar and sing to him.  He doesn’t know that I’m actually not Chris Martin!  In that moment, I realized the beauty of a child and how my son means everything to me.  I realized that being a mother is the most important role that I will ever have and that there is honor in picking up poop and singing Knick Knack Patty Wack for your biggest fan.

I wondered off yoga talk today, but these are the thoughts of a Yoga Mamma.  I need my practice more than ever today and I am headed to it right now.  I intend to put my hands together, breathe and find the peace and beauty in my current life role as mother.

Namaste,
YogaMamma

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  1. I love this post— took a me back a few years when my kids were that little. Motherhood definitely takes you to the brink of insanity, but then has a way of helping you make complete sense of everything. It is a true gift!

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