This past Sunday my son was baptized. I had been looking forward to this day for a while. He was born at the end of October, but the first chance we could have baptized him would have been too close to Thanksgiving. When we talked about the next available date with our family members at Christmas, I found out it was a special date. A family member that passed when Nathan and I had just started dating almost 7 years ago had the same birthday as Gavin’s baptism. I had to smile with God’s timing.
The actual ceremony went rather well. I had prayed that Gavin would be peaceful while receiving the rite of baptism. I had witnessed children in the past scream or cry when they were dunked in the water or had the water poured over their heads. Initially, my husband wanted our son to have a full immersion. I had reservations about it, because I didn’t know if the water would be warmed enough for the baby. I prayed for guidance. When the heat went out in the gathering space where the baptismal font is located, I felt in was a sign for pouring instead of immersion. The elderly Jesuit priest commented to me afterward that in all his life my baby was the first he saw that slept through his baptism. I replied with an ardent smile, “I did pray for him to be peaceful.”
These past few years I have really been focused on the art of allowing. Often people think that giving is better than receiving, but truly, we must have both in balance. I pray to God saying “I am open to giving and receiving. I am open to receiving the very best in life and I am open to giving the very best in life.” Receiving an answer to my prayer for my baby to be peaceful was one more response from God I could smile about. God doesn’t always say yes. As the saying goes, sometimes He says wait and sometimes, He says I have something better planned. However things go, I pray for help and practice releasing resistance to the moment.
Releasing resistance is a tool for allowing good to come into your life. The more we all talk about how we are moving forward spirituality and the tools we are using to do so, the more we all move forward. Over the past few years, I have shared what I have learned in spirituality and self-help books with my friends and family. We have all changed for the better. Although I have initiated a lot of conversation on spirituality and self help, I learn from my friends and my family. When I am having a challenging time, they remind me of the practices and teachings I have shared with them. The more I empower myself, the more I empower others. The more they empower themselves, the more I am inspired also.
Motherhood is empowering! I know that is not everyone’s experience, but it has been mine so far. Some people see motherhood as confining or a lost of personal freedom. There a challenges to be sure, but that is how we learn and grow. From what I know, the teacher arrives when the student is ready. I know being a mother I will not only teach my son, but I will learn from him. I have already learned so much by watching my sister be a mother and from being an aunt. Being a mother has helped already uncover and overcome some fears. For example, I had been worried about what it might be like to breastfeed in public. I had read stories about people being asked to go to bathrooms or just to go somewhere else.
I recently had an opportunity to continue to overcome this fear. This past Sunday during the baptismal mass, I nursed my baby. I wear the breastfeeding cover across my body like a beauty contest winner sash. I tuck it under my arm and around the baby’s mouth. Most people probably didn’t realize that he was sleep-nursing a lot of the mass and through our pictures afterward. I have nursed him in church almost every week, but this time we sat in the front row for the Baptism. A mom has to do what she has to do! This theme continued the next day. I am not afraid to breastfeed in public without a sash, but it is not my preference. Yesterday, I was buying 6-9 month clothes for Gavin! Even though he is days away being 3 months, he is so long I can’t snap his 3-6 month onesies together. My mother and I thought it would be a quick trip in the clothing store so we left the diaper bag in the car. When the baby started to fuss, I knew he wanted to nurse so he could sleep. I nursed him without a cover since it was in the diaper bag. We were in an aisle all by ourselves. An employee may have noticed but what is she going to say to me? Anything she would say, I could reply “This is a tool to feed my baby. Please get over it.”
How have you found motherhood or fatherhood empowering? How have you been sharing spirituality or self-help practices with your friends and family. Share in the comments below or send me a message!
Eva Borho, M.A., L.M.T., Intuitive Author, Holy Fire Reiki Master, Spiritual Coach and Teacher