I'm Going In...

I have been known to say that "motherhood is a spiritual journey - so incredibly deep that I cannot quite put my finger on it or tell you anything concrete that would indicate I am a woman/mother of great depth".

I have also happily created and am eager to devote more of my time to my life coaching business ON THE VERGE OF ME (www.onthevergeofme.com) which focuses on balance, sanity and finding oneself within motherhood (my words - not the word of our business - go to the website for that).

The two abruptly collided while I was in Utah at Red Mountain Spa (www.redmountainspa.com) celebrating the 40th birthday of my friend-sister of 37 years. I had a Native American Card Reading done while I was there. I won't go into the fascinating details but it boils down to - "You're spiritually depleted."

Eureka! That was the feeling I experienced when she said that to me. Duh! Here I am working so hard on maintaining balance (while also acknowledging that there is typically something out of balance because there is always something to work on - we're never done), and I "completely forgot about my spiritual self".

How do I find it, define it and nurture it? That is the remaining question.

The definition I like best for spiritual is "showing great refinement and concern for the higher things in life". But, just as finding a website, a book, or a thought on spirituality and motherhood are nearly impossible, coming up with a definition of what spirituality truly means and how to make it active in your life is just as difficult.

Spirit, according to the dictionary on my computer, "is a vital force that characterizes someone as being alive". Certainly, you don't need to possess a concern for the higher things in life in order to have spirit within. And, what are the "higher things" that are referred to in the above definition?

In my earlier years, I read books such as The Way of the Peaceful Warrior, The Celestine Prophecy and Mutant Message. I felt they all nurtured my soul, gave me greater purpose and made me feel connected to something larger than myself. They were life-transforming, inspirational and contained messages I wanted to ring true from my own life.

Later, I read The Tao of Pooh, The Rich Man's Secret and The Alchemist. With my mouth open wide, I said "yes, this is what life is about." But, I'm not sure I can pinpoint the changes that came from reading those books.

Does there need to be a conscious transformation in order to experience growth from reading a book? And, what kind of spiritual growth does reading these books actually stimulate? I still feel a fondness toward them and a tie that connects me. I know they played an important part in my life and the development of who I am? But, who am I? Did motherhood erase all that I was? Perhaps, I should start reading them again - from the beginning.

More recently, I've read The Mother Dance and I Was a Better Mother Before I Had Kids. I'm not sure if they've been spiritually motivating, but they have been a refreshing, entertaining and supportive look at motherhood.

So, where does the spirituality lie within motherhood? How does one connect with her inner essence while changing diapers? And, who isn't too tired to recall their ultimate purpose when dragging their toddler back to his bed for the tenth time in 23 minutes? And, how do you remain connected with something greater than yourself when your Self has been touched, prodded and poked since 5am in the morning, when your Self - in the one minute you had alone - fell asleep watching Rachael Ray on TV only to be awoken by the prodding and poking of a child who escaped from his crib, when your Self has been cooking, cleaning, driving, straightening, chasing, laundering while simultaneously making decisions for the all-important future of someone whose fate lies in your hands?

Recently, I tried standing in yoga position while doing the dishes. I ended up being the enemy in a Star Wars reenactment with my 7-year old and trying to maintain my balance while lowering my arms to fire. I also tried chanting while making my bed. But, my almost 3-year old thought I was playing a game of Air Guitar Hero and started singing "Slow Ride" louder than I could chant. Tomorrow, I was thinking about leading a guided meditation for the family. But, every time I tell my children to close their eyes and go to their happy place, they start screaming about wanting to go to Disney Land.

So, the task at hand is a hefty one - to a) define what spirituality is, b) determine how to bring it to the forefront in the everyday life of a mother, and c) build a bridge between the two.

Get ready - because we're going in - in deep.