I put all this energy, during my pregnancy, so that my Son would have his space and his room and in my pregnant mind that is where he was always going to sleep: alone, happy, long, long hours. I am such a sound and good sleeper that not even for one brief moment I thought my baby could be any different. Or maybe it was just the denial of the possibility driven by my own attachment to precious undisturbed sleep.
My passion for meditation came way before motherhood, or even way before I knew what meditation was, or even before I knew I wanted to be a Mom. But that’s another story altogether.
When I became a Mom-to-be, it became so much more valuable (if that can be said about meditation), or maybe I should say it became more desperately urgent.