With all of the drama ensuing over the Circle of Mom's Top25 contest as of late, I've used my quiet moments to ponder just how much my faith influences my choices as a Mother.
In our home there is no rigid, obedient family structure [like something out of the 17th century]. We don't need this to find spirituality. We don't need labels. We don't need collection plates. We don't need scripture written by ancient minds long since gone to tell us what we feel within. We need only a guidance inspired by Pure Faith [one that comes by direct path: through the heart and into the world that surrounds it].
For those who are unfamiliar, 'Namaste' translates to mean that there is a light in you, there is a light in me and we bow in honor of one another's light.
I asked my child why 'namaste' is his favorite word and he replied "because if everyone has a special light inside, then we are all shiny together." Yes friends, a humble reminder from a preschooler!
You can bet that after kissing his forehead and turning off his light, I walked into my bedroom and balled my eyes out. Such sweet innocence.
Yes, my Faith is different. And it's so very very right.