Nothing stresses out a mother more than the holidays. Why? Because our true primary selves, our working, creative, entrepreneurial “let’s-get-it-done-head” collides head on (sorry) with our “Mommy-she-touched-me-are-we-there-yet-I’m-bored-am-I-going-to-be-possessed-like-the-demon-on-the-new-The-Devil-Inside-trailer” head.
Living the dual existence of visionary, mompreneur and stay-at-home mom is almost like having one pet who is both dog and cat, mongoose and cobra, spider and fly.
I’d like to say it’s less filling and tastes great, but that may be an exaggeration.
Home for the holidays, at least these days, is the kind of statement that brings sheer terror, night sweats, and more than an extra pound to us moms who know better than to believe that time off during the holidays is anything but, for us.
The point of all this is not to lament how crazy it is to shop, wrap, cook, or in my case order in, olympic style, meals as often as humanly possible, but to gain, at least a little bit, some perspective.
To say my honey is a bit of a kidder might be the understatement of the year, yes, even this newly begun Mayan influenced one. So when he mentioned a newly unearthed human interest story about a two-headed girl from Minnesota who had passed (twice) her driver’s license exam, because each head needed state certification, I thought he was describing another plot for one of his in-progress amazing new scripts.
But he wasn’t kidding. You could have packed a thousand mallomars, untold mince pies and at least a pair of reasonably large snow shoes in my gaping mouth when I watched the YouTube link I’m providing for you here. Yes, Virginia, there is a pair of conjoined twins and their names are Abby & Brittany Hensel. Not only are they beautiful, wonderful and sweet gifts from Spirit, they are heaven sent teachers so that each of us can practice compassion, gratefulness and admiration all at the same time.
And in my case, these incredible sisters remind me a bit of me . . . and every other hardworking, well intentioned and “split” mother I know. So the next time I think of myself as a two headed Gila monster running wild through the suburbs carpooling, writing, running errands, crafting my new book and a meditation CD, I will stop and think of the two-in-one beautiful souls from Minnesota who surprisingly, make it look so easy. I thank them, at least in my mind, for being the most wonderful reminders that having two heads isn’t such a bad thing after all.
PS If I would have shared a body with either of my two sisters, I wouldn’t be writing this blog right now. But that story is for another time and space.