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Striking a chord in a highly discordant atmosphere - Part 1


Motherhood! It is to think how lovely to have that extra time with your kid, which you won't get otherwise when not in lockdown. And it is also about shooing that thought the next minute and planning on lying to your family about the 21 day meditation course that you gonna enroll after the lockdown, but secretly scouting for the travel iteranary to go solo on some virgin island. One moment they inspire such a surge of love that it send you feeling and gasping for breath, and the next moment it is about jelly and biscuits, or needing a number two.

In a whole, it's all about a circle. It's all about what goes round comes around. It's all about seeing them bat their eyelashes and rolling their eyes like the way you did in your teens when inundated with questions from your mothership. It is all about chasing and running behind them and seeing them don the decorative ears, not inching a bit forward to what you say. Just the way you were in you were when you were three quarters. It's all about listening to a preachy lecture from your 4 year old when you accidentally place the steaming coffee cup on the table without a coaster or a saucer. Catch that 'you only said so look'.  It's all about, well, hold your breath. It is also about all those beautiful details and little somethings that you happily offered to your parents. Now I can hear your sigh of relief slyly escaping out of you. 

 We all need one squishy hug for putting up a brave face day after day just like our mothers did it in the past. Mandala. A circle. A complete 360 degree of our past rewinded in front of us.

Un abrazo a distancia (a hug from distance) to you!
To more giggles and thunders, Happy mother's day!


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