We were in Edmonton at my brother’s house. Fred and JC, my two sons, were early risers – obviously not teens yet – and so we were enjoying those peaceful minutes, still in our pj’s, before the rest of the gang woke up. We must have been reading when 3-year old JC turned his attention towards the patio door in awe as he noticed the rising of the sun.
Although he had been up many-a-morning to witness this daily cosmic phenomenon, it seemed he was expressing his first ever conscious awareness of it. Turning to me, he candidly uttered: “Merci Maman d’allumer le jour!” (“Thank you, Mom, for turning on the day.”)
I felt a jolt throughout my body. It was a strange sensation: a mix of power and humility and delight. My son thought I was responsible for making the sun rise every day. I thought, “My son thinks I have the power to make the sun rise every day!”
My subconscious mind had instantly overridden my conscious mind as automatic thoughts of “perception” and “reality” continued to stream:
“How sweet, I just love the spontaneity of children!”
“How paradoxal that a naïve comment from a 3-year old could have such an impact on me…”
“…Uhm…what if I did turn on the world…in another way…?”
On the eve of Mother’s Day, as this precious memory streamed through my mind, I am filled with a deep appreciation for the gift and privilege of motherhood.
If you’re a Mom (or parent), you probably have similar stories that have touched you deeply and perhaps even made you a feel like one of the Avengers. I’d love to hear them! Please feel free to share them in the comment section below if the urge strikes.
To all you super-powered Moms, may you enjoy a sunny and Happy Mother’s Day!