True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
—Harriet Beecher Stowe
These stirring words are paired with Devotion in The Mother’s Wisdom Deck; they transform the daily rites of motherhood into heartfelt prayer. Reading them, I want nothing more than to serve my children with beautiful and simple acts of love so that they may carry the deeply nurturing feeling of being an object of my pure devotion through all their days. I want them to know without one hair of insidious doubt that they are loved.
Sinking into this feeling myself, I am filled with deep gratitude for my own parents. Their love has carried me through long stretches of soul searching and self-discovery. At times, when I knew they loved me more than I loved myself, I sourced hope and reassurance from their unwavering dedication. Over the years, my self-love has grown from these deep roots and has seeded my desire to pay it forward. When I was young and on fire, I wanted to save the world. Now, I want to kneel and kiss my children.
Too, I take pleasure in watching all the grandparents in my children’s lives only sink deeper into devotion with the next generation. It is almost as if they have learned in their sage years the “no holds barred” approach to love. They can drop in for a few hours or for a week, and give and dote and hug, and then go back to their lives, leaving in their wake enamored grandchildren with full hearts as well as one slightly less frazzled mama.
With renewed appreciation for the exquisite intake and outlet of Devotion, I eagerly head into the Thanksgiving week. Done up right, Thanksgiving is a devotional prayer manifest through love-laden tables full of soul-nourishing food, and houses brimming with friends and relatives gathered to give thanks for one another along with everything else that feeds this ecstatic dance we call life.