Me: Single mama extraordinaire. Yogini in the making. Perpetual amateur. Warrior on the path. Lazy crafter. A Scorpio & a Snake.
OWL: Babes extraordinaire. Yogi in spirit & often in body. Perpetual learner. Trailblazer. Music maker. A Gemini & an Ox.
Travels with OWL is my journey to selfhood, vis a vis motherhood, the new & strange world I inhabit. But this is no “mommy blog,” rest assured, although I’m sure to tell tales of things like OWL making airplane arms for the first time (like he did today) and how he insists on feeling all of his food with the bottom of his left foot (like he did at breakfast & snack time today, which was nothing new). Not to mention bold acts like breastfeeding on a first date….
This is rediscovering & redefining in the face of tremendous loss, and traveling so many roads, new & old, with the bestest of a friend that a girl could ever have – her son. It’s laughs & tears & fighting like hell to carve out a separate me only to surrender to the moment of being a mama, and a good one at that. It’s mistakes & missteps. Finding kindness and the limitless well of compassion for myself, for OWL, for the good & the bad in my life, and the world. It’s the tall order of being present. Engaged. These travels promise adventure and wonder as the world unfolds through the windshield & airplane windows, on trails and in our living room. Through learning to bake. The lines of my journal, the leaves on the ground, and books about Tee Tee the turtle. And in the loneliness of beginning a new life, discovering the simplicity of clean dishes, folded laundry, and creating what I want.
xoxo
scu
10 Sept 10
oh samantha! i’m so glad you’ve begun. your words are so honest, proud, painful. real life beautiful. thank you sooooo much for putting this out into the world!
all my love & xoxo ~ mb
oh…. what a Statement of You.
you are creating something so profound,
something you will look back on in ten years and thirty and take tremendous pride in. what a record of his childhood, what a record of yr living.
something maybe you will print off and send to a publisher in five years.
really Good, S.
Earnest, honest & bold…just like you! You write more beautifully than ever. Brought tears to my eyes and lump to my throat. You are living some of my biggest fears and my dearest desires – being present, simple & genuine. Miss you, lady.
xoxo. miss you too!
Hi. I just read your article in HipMama. Thanks I needed that. I’m going to read your blog when I get a chance.
Thank you! Sometimes I feel bad about it, because it’s not very “nice,” as if I think that being nice will somehow make all the messed up things okay, erase the many fuck ups. But I know that is not true. Breathing helps. Feeling and writing and still loving that little babes the morning after helps too. xo to you Slippers.