I am you and you are me
I am part of all I see
Namaste, namaste, namaste, namaste
I am the light and the light is me
Namaste, namaste, namaste, namaste
I am part of all I see...
It's very sweet and touching to see her spring into action and doing the bows and saying "Namaste" and so I am forced to think about what this means, again.
And what I think of is how I constantly fall short of recognizing the truth of the word in my life. I often recognize ways I am so different from everybody else. (How teenage of me!) But, isn't the idea of Namaste to recognize ways we are similar to other people? We are all part of the universe and the universe is all of us, right?
Instead of always gravitating to thoughts of how my way is better than someone else's way, but, bless their hearts, they are doing the best they can, I should see ways that we are the same. We both love our kids. We both feel awkward sometimes. We both like a fresh breeze in the summer at a playground. We both like to relax with a cold drink at the end of the day. We both like ice cream. We both hope our husbands love us. We both worry about what our lives will be like when our kids grow up. And on and on. Does it matter who works outside the home, who doesn't, how many kids someone has, whether they let their toddler watch Hannah Montana, whether they breastfeed. All the kiddoes need love. All the people need love. We all make mistakes. We all have victories...and defeats.
Watching my daughter's purity and simplicity and pure joy teaches me every day.
Namaste.
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