The Most Peaceful Day of my Life

Every once in a while there is a moment in time when the stillness and comfort of the universe are in complete tune with our soul. The moments occur more often than we recognize them. Life moves so fast. Worries speak louder than the whispers of our joy. On one very special day, I was tired enough and listening hard enough to hear. The day my daughter was born and the days following were the most peaceful of my life.

The density of the calm inside me and its depth radiated to put me at center with Mother Nature and completely connect with my spirituality. I was in perfect harmony with the universe. This feeling can only be compared to the feeling I felt when I finally gave in to a prescription for anti depressants almost two years later.

The trouble with the peace immediately following birth – it is temporary – only no one warns you. The hormones that are released at birth to relax the muscles and stimulate contractions cause both a feeling of peace and loss of memory. Believe me – labour was hard enough – I don’t need to go through THAT repeatedly and truly appreciate the memory loss perk.

But why give up peace just because a hormone isn't pushing it through our veins? Approaching this season of peace and joy, I am making it a priority to submit and allow peace to engulf me. Who cares if the house is not perfect, and the appetizers aren't posh. I am, after all, a #RecoveringSuperMom.

@sherigammon

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