I’ve worked with many a Closet Creative who is a mother. Her greatest fear is that choosing her own path amounts to abandoning her children. By moving forward despite her fear and claiming her own dreams anyway, there always comes an incredible moment of epiphany.
She gleefully celebrates a first poem or painting or blogpost and I ask her What kind of mother does that?
She suddenly really gets it. Her fear is a lie: Her courage and passion is actually a gift to her children. Not only does it not make her a terrible mother–on the contrary, she is a better mother because of it–more present, more real, more alive.
I’m working on a song with Tricia Mitchell about this very thing– called What Kind of Mother. Here’s a preview, in celebration of Mother’s Day
What Kind of Mother
What kind of mother would choose to follow her dreams?
To make time for herself, her own needs?
What kind of mother follows her path?