It was a rainy morning outside, dark and dreary. But inside our cozy little kitchen were the smells of toasting bagels and the yumminess of another bowl of our favorite organic plain yogurt with fixings. The kitchen brightened even more while I painted in front of my son, just like yesterday.
I am finding that more and more I am enjoying having the company of my children while I paint. I saw the beginning of this Sadhana (well, the beginning three beginnings ago) as a time where I could paint alone during the quiet moments of napping children. I could use the time to escape and do something just for me. I didn’t think for a moment that I would be drawn to abandoning that time of solitude for painting in front of my children. Yet doing so does not seem so foreign to me.
I love the idea of planting little artistic seeds in their young minds. I love the idea of burning these memories in their minds, memories of watching their mother paint and meditate everyday. I love the idea of them also wanting to paint right along side me. I love the idea of them feeling comfortable enough to one day call themselves artists, and a yogi and yogini.
I love being a positive influence artistically in their lives.
To do so does not mean that I have to paint like a professional. All I have to do is paint. To do so does not mean that I must only use certain materials like canvas or expensive paints. All I have to do is use my creativity and show them that they can use multiple materials to paint on and paint with, their imagination can know no limits.
I also love being a positive influence on them in regards to keeping a commitment and gifting myself through the use of meditation and the Sadhana process.
I am teaching them that when one begins a 40 day Sadhana, if they skip a day or forget (like I have done twice now) that it will serve them to stick with the process and begin again, right back at day 1.
I am teaching them that meditation can help with a myriad of issues that can arise in ones life. That meditation can be one of the best things you can gift yourself with.
I am not mother of the year. I am not super-mom.
But I know that along with my husband, that our children are like molds of clay that we are forming and shaping as the years go by to become the adults they will grow into.I also know that along with my husband, that our children are refining the forming and shaping that our parents did with us when we were children. We are all teaching each other.
Each day is a new journey, a new shaping of the clay and this morning at our table we all took a step in the right direction.