It’s difficult to post and meditate on weekends I have my daughter, but not impossible. I often practice metta, when I spend time with her. This weekend was full with my parents visiting from Friday to Sunday, along with having my daughter, and my girlfriend visiting. I’m not sure if I would have survived this weekend, if I don’t regularly mediate.
Meditation Poem #65
compassion for family
is often the hardest
than complete strangers
I did meditate yesterday, as my daughter napped. I sat on my cushion for 10 minutes, before lying down for a nap myself. I intended to sit for 15 minutes, but I was so tired and sleepy that I cut the sitting short.
I loved having a full weekend with my daughter. My heart is filled with gratitude and love whenever I get to spend time with her, and I’m usually completely exhausted on the day I drop her off at her mom’s house. 🙂 But it’s the good type of tired that’s good for you.
Meditation Poem #61
love grows each day
as I am present
you are a miracle
your love is contagious
even to two very different parents
separated by divorce
your love helps me see what’s important
helps me go let go and let God
the broken places of my heart
are slowly mended
old resentments slip away
and I can be in the same space
as your mom, because I’m there for you.
grateful we can both be present to you in the same space,
because of your love.
a true miracle indeed.
a poem written in gratitude for my ex and I both being able to attend a classroom social at my daughter’s preschool with our daughter.
Here is poem while I fix my daughter’s lunch for school tomorrow. I have knew found respect for single parents. I am experiencing what it is like to be truly a single parent, while I have my daughter for this Christmas period. Being divorced and coparenting is a lot different, and I usually only see 3 days a week. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful to be spending extra time with my daughter. It’s wonderful and exhausting. I am making her lunch for school tomorrow, I wish I could just go to bed. 🙂
Poem: Fixing Lunch
love is falling asleep while laying next to you,
then waking up to fix your lunch.
love is following the rules of your preschool,
and packing you a no meat lunch
love is cooking rice noodles,
and stir frying vegetables with veggie hot dogs.
love simply is,
and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your little snores make my heart soar.
I love you even when you throw your tantrums,
even when you fight sleep.
I love you, even when I get old and forget everything.
Remember I love you, when I act confused lost in my memories or feelings.
Love is the deepest memory hidden inside of us all.
eyes that sees with the heart
sees everything fully alive
Childhood is such a time of wonder. I love that I get to learn from my daughter. I get to try to see the world through her eyes.
(Picture of the two of us at an Aquarium taken by my mother)