Keeping it Real

Today I made tortillas. I've been making them from scratch since I was twelve years old. It is a simple recipe made of ingredients we always had on hand, baking powder, flour, salt and oil. At our house measuring cups were not used. Instead, a palm weighed the ingredients. Fingers sifted some baking powder and a little salt into a bowl of flour. A keen eye was all that was needed for the oil and warm water. Just enough to moisten the dough into a firm ball.
As a teenager I would complain and cry about how unfair it was. I thought of all the fun I was missing.  I had to make piles of tortillas while my friends ran free after school. Now as I press my hands into the warm soft dough  a contented pleasure fills me. There is nothing more comforting to me then the scent of fresh tortillas baking on a wrought iron skillet. I think of what they could be filled with, slices of avocado, a little salsa, sprinkles of cheese. It is the process of preparing the meal that absorbs me. What will we eat? Will it nourish, will it satisfy? I love to eat. But let the eating be good and then done with.
There is more I want to do today. I want to talk to my daughter. I want to know that she is well and finding contentment in the things she does with her day. I want to know that my son is alright over seas in Iraq.
Above all I am a mother. If nothing else comes of my life, I know that I have mothered well. I have mothered my children, my friends, my husbands, was even once called a smother by my oldest son. I smile at that.
I have learned to balance my desire to be a mother, with an ability to care about myself integrally. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. The prana fills my entire being. I breathe and stretch. I am the energy that I feel myself filled with. I am the mother of the universe.

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