Momma Zen, a memoir by Karen Maezen Miller, a wife, mother, writer and Buddhist Priest, is not a parenting book.
It’s a book about motherhood, about being a mother. It’s a book about being.
Within the first few chapters I wasn’t too keene to continue because Miller was very self-focused. Very negative. When Miller became a mom, she felt her life was over. As a mom, I am well aware there are hard parts, sad parts and frustrating parts. But from a zen teacher’s point of view, I was expecting more positivity mixed in with her stories of struggle.
But I suppose life isn’t all peaches and cupcakes — so onward I read.
As the pages turned and my highlighter was running out of ink, I started to see the book morph into a mirror – that’s how much Miller’s experiences were resonating with my own journey through the first year(s) of motherhood.
“I was jealous. I was jealous that he could respond, so agile and free, to his own urge. I was jealous that he could walk even one foot in any direction without dragging a chain. I was jealous that he could begin the day, eat a meal, leave a room, have a plan, and mind his own business. But mostly, I was jealous that he could go to the bathroom whenever he wanted. It seems to me that a huge part of motherhood is spent looking for a parking space. Not a parking space for the car. For the kid. Let me just find a place to put this, you say to yourself.”
I read this passage in my head. And then again. Then one more time. I looked up at my fiance, rolled my eyes, and then read it aloud to him. BOOM. SOMEONE GETS IT. I am a stay-at-home mom with a baby waddling at my ankles every second of everyday. Literally my daughter follows me closer than my own shadow, everywhere I go. She’s even starting to try to climb the baby gates when I go room to room. And she’s sticking her tiny little fingers under the bathroom door if I dare attempt to go pee- she truly is my mini me whom I go everywhere with. I don’t really have a choice haha! I stay home with my daughter by choice, but that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve a break too. I get envious when my partner is home sitting on the couch “occupying the baby” while I’m making dinner, yet she’s still at my feet trying to turn off the knobs on the stove. Or really, like Miller said, that he can just get up and go to the bathroom whenever he damn well pleases. She’s right, I’m always looking for a place to put the baby haha.
All jokes aside though, through her genuineness, worry, lack of sleep and then even boosts in confidence in her own ability, I was reminded by Miller that my everyday experiences are more than just that. Perhaps it is actually spiritual growth.
Let’s start at the very beginning of becoming a mom – well not conception and those long nine months of nausea and kicking, but when you’re bringing that beautiful baby into the world.
“When you go into labor, you see that you are not the captain of the ship. You are the ship. There is no captain. There are only waves.”
So many women, myself included, have this idea of a “birth plan” or at least an idea of what they think should happen – or what they want to happen. Fortunately for you, I’ll spare the gory details of my 36+ hour labor/delivery, but as for most women. It did not go as planned. In fact my delivery nurses and doctor were trying to keep me out of the loop in hopes to keep my calm and my baby stable. UGH. I like to know every detail and I like to be in control. Oops. Being able to let go of the fact I wasn’t actually Captain Morgan, but just a ship about to be capsized- I had to let it be. Let it happen as it was going to happen. Hell that was a great lesson and a great introduction into the scariest hood in the world – motherhood.
Second lesson: your child is a tireless teacher.
Now that my daughter is just over a year old, and having read Zen Momma, I’ve discovered that yes, children really are examples of the art of being. Flipping their picture book pages, feeding their baby dolls from miniature bottles, putting the puzzle pieces back on a completely different puzzle, exploring rooms, singing, dancing, watching Sesame Street. Wherever they are, whatever they’re doing. They are completely immersed in it.
I won’t delve too much more into this book, because I want to save some for you mommas too!
Momma Zen’s chapters are short, to the point but enlightening. Miller helps how you handle everyday experiences, to put them in perspective and how to just be what you are. If you’re tired by tired. If you’re feeling defeated, feel defeated.
You need to bring peace not only to yourself but within yourself.
Peace in your own life equals peace in your child’s life.