I have never been the graceful type. I drop things. I trip and stumble daily. I find food in between my teeth more often than I’d like to admit. But grace is on my mind lately, especially in regards to my home life.
For a while now, I have been struggling with the time consuming task of caregiving, specifically being a mom. I love my daughters to a degree that cannot be explained, but I often feel frustrated that I cannot focus more on myself or my work. Being a mom is one of the best experiences of my life, but raising children requires endless giving and a lot time. And time is something I often feel like I am not fully present for or am racing against. I feel resentful that my time is not my own anymore (as if I owned time in the first place) and my days can feel like a very ungraceful juggling act.
Grace can be defined as elegance in movement, which I have already confessed has eluded me for most of my life. But grace can also mean to honor someone or something with one’s presence. For example, honoring my own life by being present rather seeing it as race against the clock. Or honoring my daughters by giving them my complete attention rather viewing them as adorable detours. In a yoga practice, when you allow yourself to be open to grace, you are open to receiving the unseen and unending support offered by the Divine.
I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use some “unending support offered by the Divine”. How amazing would it be to always be supported and to be confident you are never alone? How much could you accomplish when you are open and present to all possibilities? How would you change your daily life and views on the future knowing unseen forces always have your back?
I am working on breaking myself wide open to grace and being open to receive whatever I need. I am making the effort to live gracefully with presence and to honor those around me. I am choosing to see my life as a series of steps always leading me to where I belong rather than getting frustrated that I cannot take great leaps to where I think I should be. And I am learning that I am right where I belong, living this grace-filled life with those darling dark-haired, dark-eyed girls who own my heart.
Yoga teacher, life coach and recovering attorney; tireless supporter of authentic living, stubborn follower of dreams