Philosophers & Parenting

It's been a doozy of a past week.  Bodie's dropping a feed, switching from his milk in bottles to sippy cups and teething. Our normally great sleeper is fighting naps and up in the middle of the night.  I seem to never stop cleaning yet I have to wear slippers in the kitchen because I may slip on a squashed blueberry at any moment.  It sounds like minutia to the layman. And yet, it's so far from mundane. I find myself exhausted and challenged by finding the right way to navigate this set of transitions. Yet, somehow I'm just as enamored and proud of my instinct and ability to care for my son in a way only I can.  

As I was collapsing into the couch on Sunday night, I remembered a reading I did a long while ago by philosopher, Csikszentmihalyi (pronounced:  Cheek - Sent - Me - Hi) on finding passion.  It can be summarized in the excerpt below. 


I love that he describes enjoyment as a complex feeling.  Do you see parallels with motherhood?  Does this describe other aspects of your life? In the spirit of philosophizing, would love to hear your thoughts. X