Today is My Mothers Birthday. And frankly it is just too much pressure. How do I show the person who gave me life and then made that life good, how much I care? What pre-made card could ever convey that?  What rocket ship ride or billion dollar bauble or custom yacht could ever contain the thank you’s and I love you’s that reside in my heart? Most overwhelming…how do I show in one gesture how unique and kind my mother is, or the depth of her generous, dynamic character.  How do I say that with new words, with new matter? My brain is frozen around it. I just want to nap…maybe she won’t notice if I don’t celebrate her birthday this year?
 
  5 years ago I blew my birthday wad on a surprise party so extravagant and specific it is exhausting to rehash. Epic in its intricate choreography…an outpouring of love so grand..I have spent the last 5 years basking in the celebration afterglow…there is no way to top that party, or come close…I threw that party right after my first son was born…Because I realized in one moment what it is to be a parent and I was suddenly sorry for all the inevitable pain I have caused..Loving a child is the worst…Its the BEST thing in the world….but it is the worst too. An endless ache. A non stop every waking moment and sometimes in your sleep worry that never goes away…We are warriors of worry, my mother and I. I hope that one day My boys can look at me with the same admiration and awe that I look at my mom with…I have decided the best way to ensure this is to be as much like her as I can. I have started locking my keys in the car with the car running and speaking gibberish and leaving little gifts for strangers… I have also tried to face the challenges of the world with my chin up, metaphorical machete in hand, forging my own path.


  Turning my mind around the things my mother would want most , it occurs to me they are things I can not give her with my own hands… She wants to share her gift of teaching people to think creatively, she wants to share that gift with the world… I don’t mean to brag here but…I draw pictures of peoples lives as if they were sandwiches , If I spill something on my shirt I make the stain into a dragon and I once rhymed “fornicationally” with “summer vacationally” ..I am pretty damn creative…and every bit of that I owe to the woman who let me draw on the walls.  I am a living testament to “living out side the box” so much so I wonder if maybe I was conceived in a petrie dish?


   SO if you want to access your deepest creativity, or bring your company to a new level of synergy or carve your own new path…you want to talk to my My Hero…My Mother , Master Coach Ayn Fox
 www.creativity-lab.com …I can not celebrate or tell her enough how wonderful she is..so maybe you all can do it for me!  You can also wish her a happy day at ayn@idears.com  and NO she did not name me ED , so don’t give her a hard time.