By: Michaelene Koskela
An old Cherokee told his grandson, “My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy, and truth.”
The boy thought about it, and asked. “Grandfather, which wolf wins?”
The old man quietly replied. “The one you feed.”
As a stay at home mother many of my waking hours have become routine. The rushed moments begin at wake-up. The conversations of my day tend to be in broken sentences, snippet commands or in the forms of questions. Through the powerful magic of motherhood I know the answers before the words leave my mouth.
“Have you gone to the bathroom?”
“Where is your other sock?”
“Do you have your backpack?”
“Let’s go! Let’s go. We need to go out the door NOW!”
“Stop tormenting the cat.”
“Did you eat your …(insert mealtime here)?”
“5 more minutes….”
“What? I am in here, let me finish. ”
“Your father will be home in 6 hours, I do not know if he will want to ….”
“It is bath time.”
“This is your last sip of water go to sleep.”
“Goodnight, yes goodnight”
“What? Yes…. I Love you too.”
Throughout the day most of my conversations take place internally, sprinkled with interruptions from a 5 year old. As I stuff the rewashed load of yesterday’s forgotten laundry into the dryer, I realize, without a question, I am feeding the wrong wolf.
“I wish my daughter had a sibling to play with; she wouldn’t be alone.”
“My Dad is sad.”
“How is it possible that we are always late?”
“I am worried about the health of my parents.”
“I had so many things on my to-do list and only finished one.”
“That telephone pole has more flexibility than I have.”
“Did my daughter eat enough today?”
“Time for my yearly physical, they will weigh me, I have to reschedule.”
“Is that rash appearing on her arm normal?”
“I don’t do enough.”
“I am so busy.”
These days, whether they are good or difficult, it has become clear to me that I should not abandon myself and get lost in the routine. Much of the time many of us get distracted. Rather than stop and have that conversation with a sibling about a parent. We rush to dismiss them because we need to write a check to pay the landscaper. We can’t be bothered to hear about an upcoming dance recital because we need to print a 128 page document for a board meeting or we don’t pick up the phone to call someone, rather shoot them a text and hope that a lengthy conversation will prohibit the completion of yard work. In the end we are constantly teaching our children, joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy, and truth by our actions, how we interact with others, how we treat ourselves and mostly how we give love through our time and availability.
This Mother’s Day weekend take the time to let the women in your life know how much they mean to you. We all have good and evil to battle, some debilitating and life threatening. Certainly that makes a smelly wet load of laundry, a check, running out of printer ink or crab grass rather inconsequential.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Love you, Mom.