I was awakened at 230 am this morning to my beagle, Okie, panting and panting in bed with me. I rolled over, trying to sleep, saying, " OKie be quiet. Go to sleep." He persisted. I finally got up and brought him downstairs, gave him water. Curled up on the couch to see if we could sleep there. But his panting persisted. I picked him up to put him outside, around, 3 am, and was blasted with poop coming from him! All over me, him, and the floor. I put him out, and proceeded to strip my pjs, wash the floor, start the laundry. After all this, I went back outside, where he had now been joined by his bro, a 2 year old Sleepy, but supportive black lab. Okie was in a corner, standing at the end of a long trail of poop, with his hind covered as well. Omg.

I washed the deck, and gave him a bath. My lab lay down right next to him, and i left them on the deck to finish cleaning inside. 4 am ,
Might as well pop on facebook, as i charge my phone and computer.

5am Might as well eat something.

As I sit outside on my deck, the birds are chirping and the suns rays are just beginning to dance in the trees. Peace. Beauty. Such a gift.
On Mother's day, I realize what a gift I have just received being up at this time. All is quiet except the symphony of birds, serenading me into the day. I think of all my children, all safe, all asleep, and I am filled with such joy and gratitude.
I silently wish all mothers, everywhere, the gift of such deep joy, love, and peace.

Okie could have gone to anyone's room for comfort and help. It wasn't just that I am Mommy. My door was the only one open.

And so it is, that a mother's door is open. a mother's heart is open. Even when she can not do it; even if she says no, even if she gets mad and frustrated; even if she is not nurturing or a caregiver by nature, her door is open. And even if her door becomes closed, there is no lock that will lock out those living in her heart.
Yes, there are "moms who become monsters" as I read on a facebook post this morning, and there are unfit mothers, and mothers that are mere babies themselves.
But the gift of a life, just as the sun rises this morning, bringing new life to a sleeping world, is precious and amazing, and brings
hope to all of humanity.
 To mothers everywhere, May you walk in Beauty and Peace. May you walk tall, and dance joyfully. May you feel the love and gratitude from all of the universe for all you endure, all you give, all your pain, all your flaws, and all your teachings. May you rejoice in being connected to all mothers, and Mother Earth herself.

Namaste,
T