All of us want to be happy, all the time. But we are always thinking about things and people that make us unhappy. The price that we pay to find happiness is happiness itself. Buddha says ‘All that we are arises with our thoughts, with our thoughts we make the world.’ Truly said, we need to work on our thought system rather than making world conform to our wishes.
But it is not easy to change ourselves too. We have been programmed for years to respond in a certain way once we receive a similar stimulus all the time. Then how do we find happiness? Do we find another stimulus? or do we change the programme?
I feel once we understand our limitations of pyschology and how hard is it to change the programme within us, we become more tolerant of others because we realise how difficult it is to change anyone.
Yet you can't say you are happy, but you start looking for signs of happiness.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Crooked path of motherhood
I was a really good mother ( teacher) before I had a child of my own. Since she arrived I have endured accusations of maternal crimes, have suffered the minor calamities of broken bones ( read heart ) and unexpected moments as well as occasional moments of grace.But I have to be happy or else what my child will grow up to be? I ask myself.
Don't do it like this, UHHH you dunno know, Haven't we raised our children?, are common phrases now.
I am bombarded... What can I say or rather what and how should I say? Nothing. The thought keeps lingering until I see my darling.I just feel my way and know intuitively what the next move should be. My child is happy; she's learning and growing.
She loves me and feel safe with me and in spite of being an apparent serial offender when it comes to making mothering mistakes I feel safe with her too. She's a part of me and is sharing my path with me - I am blessed. I am trying to be a watchful parent while in the trenches of daily experiences I never imagined how daunting a task it would be before I became a mother.
I am becoming aware and I am indeed grateful to walk the crooked path of motherhood!
Don't do it like this, UHHH you dunno know, Haven't we raised our children?, are common phrases now.
I am bombarded... What can I say or rather what and how should I say? Nothing. The thought keeps lingering until I see my darling.I just feel my way and know intuitively what the next move should be. My child is happy; she's learning and growing.
She loves me and feel safe with me and in spite of being an apparent serial offender when it comes to making mothering mistakes I feel safe with her too. She's a part of me and is sharing my path with me - I am blessed. I am trying to be a watchful parent while in the trenches of daily experiences I never imagined how daunting a task it would be before I became a mother.
I am becoming aware and I am indeed grateful to walk the crooked path of motherhood!
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