No one is perfect. We don’t always do the best thing or the right thing. We sometimes do and say hurtful things. We cannot erase the past. We can only confess what happened and admit to being wrong. We can ask for forgiveness and try to act differently in the future. The best thing we can do with the failures of the past is to let them be history. Accept that they happened. Accept that it hurt and that it may still hurt. Acknowledge failure and ask for forgiveness. We can’t erase the past but we can accept it as the past. We can choose to live today free from the failures of yesterday through forgiveness. Because love does not keep a record of wrongs and love does not keep score. Forgiveness is the way of love. It is the choice to work together in order to move forward.
Asha loves her new Skip Hop Silver Lining Cloud Baby Multi Play Mat and Activity Gym and so do I, it’s of very good and cute design. One of the plush mobile toys though squeaks when squeezed and it was all over for Daisy the moment she noticed. Now that squeaky mobile is all she can think of and although Daisy has a whole basket full of fine squeaky toys it’s the new plush squeaking toy that’s best of all for being forbidden. Now Daisy fetches and brings her own favourite toys and lies in the center of the play mat and I have to remove her whenever I catch her, I’ve even caught Feather once lying on her side all spread out enjoying the new illicit comforts. Feather normally is such a dog’s dog, she’s happy lying on the cold hard floor right at my feet relaxed but guarding mom and baby from the world. Speaking of baby in three days this little cutie turns three months old.
Once you get to a certain point in your life, people start trying to tell you that magic isn’t real. These people are trying to quell your sense of wonder at the majesty of the world, and you mustn’t let them. Because magic happens all the time. Whenever you see something utterly beautiful in nature, and you take the time to notice it, it’s magic. When you recognize the love you have to give and the love you receive, it’s magic. Magic is in the look and touch and nearness of someone who matters to you. It’s magic even when something sad or terrible happens, because there is magic in the very fact that you care, and that you’re still there. Magic happens when you stand up for what matters. Magic happens when you don’t let anything ever beat you, no matter what. Magic happens when you are part of the force of love. It’s magic, no matter how dim the hope, how slim the chances, how great the cost. Magic happens every time you give, every time you love, and every time that you are strong. The magic only stops when you let it. The magic is in you and it is all around you. Because the magic is you.
Feather and Daisy approve of the new rug
Our strongest human need is not to fall in love but to be genuinely loved by someone else, to know a love that grows out of reason and choice, not instinct. We need to be loved by someone who chooses to love us and who sees in us something worth loving. But this kind of love requires dedication and discipline because it is the decision to spend energy and effort to benefit another person, knowing that if their life is enriched by our efforts, we too will find satisfaction, the satisfaction not only of being loved but of loving.
Of all the joy and beauty in living, the greatest of these is in loving and giving. Being alive is truly a pleasure, it’s a pleasure to be a friend, a wife, and a lover. But the greatest pleasure is to be a mother.
Tomorrow is my first Mother’s Day! I spent this morning’s entire dog walk planning and devising. For some reason I’m really excited about Mother’s Day, even more than Valentine’s Day, my two birthdays and Christmas. I guess Mother’s Day is my favourite because it has to do with Asha and I love her so totally, more than anyone and anything, alongside Feather and Daisy and Dylan. My first Mother’s Day. Shit. But I think it should be Mother’s Day every day, forever, until the end of time, what do you think? Too much? Anyway. Happy Mother’s Day to me, and to all you beautiful ladies with kids.
Hyperrealistic larger than life sized portraits in charcoal and graphite on paper by Arinze Stanley
Papercast sculptures by Peng Wei
Yesterday Asha turned six weeks old and these have been six of the best weeks of my whole life. Before Asha my life was fun and fine but now it is far more meaningful and far more beautiful. I didn’t know I could love this deeply or that I could be this happy. I look forward to more of everything.