Saturday, January 30, 2016

Remembering Who You Are (Even After Becoming a Mother)


Andrew kicked me out of the house this afternoon to go for a walk in the woods. I didn't realize how much I needed it until I did. 


The path I chose was a familiar one. I'd walked it countless times in the four and a half years that we've lived here. (In fact, it was the very trail that I'm fairly sure put me into labor with our youngest.) Today was incredibly, unseasonably warm (even for down here), and I hiked in short sleeves, soaking in the sunlight. 

I had so many things on my mind today (I only seem to have more and more opportunities to trust God in the face of so much uncertainty). I try to spend time in adoration or at Mass by myself at least once a week, but this afternoon, I really needed to just be moving. Moving, thinking, and mentally praying. 

I was so consoled by the sights and sounds and smells of the woods. It wasn't just the fact that I was out in nature on a beautiful day. It was the specific smells, sounds, etc. and how they triggered memories - memories of all that's led me to the woman that I am as I sit here and write this. 



I was in track and field in high school. The first month or so of practice was inevitably held indoors (I went to high school in Michigan, and practice started in January). But I remember those first few practices held outdoors, and those early track meets. The air was warm at first, but chilly the longer you stayed out in it. When I'd run, rapidly inhaling the cool air would make my chest ache. To this day, whenever I feel that sensation, I feel as if I could close my eyes and open them and be back there.

Feeling that sensation today reminded me of the girl I was in high school. It probably doesn't surprise you to hear that I was no wild girl in high school. I was steady and level headed. But it was also during my high school years that I fell more deeply in love with God, where I began to seek out time alone with him in the Eucharist. It was during this time that I began to understand what it meant, when I heard people talk about vocation. It was during that time that I began to understand how to take time in silent prayer, to discern my own vocation. 

The campus of Notre Dame is stunningly gorgeous. It was during my time there that I learned the art and beauty of solitude. I had some amazing friends at Notre Dame, and feel so blessed by the men and women who came into my life during that time. But part of what formed me during that time was learning the importance of seeking and finding ways to be alone. When I was still a newly minted freshman, overwhelmed by being surrounded by strangers all day, every day, I went for a walk by myself and discovered a beautiful cross nestled in the woods around the lake on campus. That spot saved me. It grounded me. When I found that spot, I knew that I would be alright. 

Walking through the woods always takes me back to those woods around the lakes of Notre Dame. I prayed on those paths, talked to friends on those paths, cried on those paths, and kissed my (now) husband for the first time on those paths. I discovered who I was as a young woman on those paths, and discerned who God was calling me to be. So many of those feelings came rushing back to me today, on my hike. 


Where am I going with this? I don't know what your walk in the woods is, but whatever it is - find it. Find what reminds you who you are.

This is particularly a challenge when you are a mother who spends most or all of her days with her children. It's a challenge when you're married. It's a challenge when you don't have time to yourself. But it's incredibly important to have a rich interior life, no matter what age or stage you're at. Prayer is an important part of it, as is self-reflection. It's important to spend time thinking about who you are, and who you've been, and who you want to be.


A lot of mothers feel guilty taking time to do this. They feel like it's selfish. I'm raising my hand here...guilty as charged. I almost took the girls to the park instead of taking my husband's (very wise) advice. 

Because the truth is - I'm not just doing this for myself. I'm doing this for them. My children need a mother who knows who she is. My children need a mother who has an interior life from which she draws strength. My children need me to be fully myself.

You are the woman your children need. They don't need you to be anything other than yourself. 



3 comments:

  1. Now I'm feeling the need to go take walks in the woods. We take walks all the time, but around our neighborhood. I miss going into the woods and walking. Need to make a plan to do that soon.

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  2. beautiful article, your walk was sort of emotional relief, i like your blog, from now on i will read your posts, i`m also writing one of my own, my last article is about motherhood also, https://kovla.com/blog/what-s-motherhood-in-life-of-russian-women/ enjoy!

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