What happens when 7 Mummas get together on a Sunday afternoon for the first ever Zim Zum Motherhood Creativity Workshop?
We talked about Motherhood. This journey of twists and turns. Of the loneliness. Of the connections. Of the unexpected. Of the importance of hearing what each other has to say, because it is so often not what we thought it would be.
We talked about Creativity. That we often say “I’m just a Mum” but that Rob Bell reminds us we Mummas are the ultimate creators. That this act of ultimate creation so often cracks us open, and brings forth a new sense of ourselves. That creativity seems to be a magical force – a momentum, a positive force, a place of communion with our children.
We talked about Singing. And song. Of this very ancient tradition. Of the connection to our Mothers, and Grandmothers and people across time and lands as we sing lullabies to our teething bubbas, as we croon to the delight of our toddlers, as we introduce our Littles to our old favourite tunes and enjoy learning theirs, as we go about our daily work whether in a tent or hut or house.
We meditated on the patchwork quilt of Motherhood which we are weaved into.
We were reminded that we are each so unique and special but never, ever alone.
And we spoke about poo. Because, you know, it makes us Mums giggle too.
Margaret Plummer (International Opera Super Star, home from Vienna for a holiday) led us in reflecting on the place song plays in our lives and warm up exercises.
And then we sang. OH DID WE SING!
We were bloody brilliant I have to tell you. And Margaret will tell you. And she Knows. She sings for a living.
We sang You Are My Sunshine, and it was the pure joy.
Who knew 7 voices could be so tangible? So present. So strong and supportive of each other. It was like a hammock emerged in the space between us and we were all held in that net of sound and love.
It was addictive – we sang the song again and again. Reluctant to break the spell.
Eventually we wound down. The tune was over but the air around us continued to vibrate and glow.
As the afternoon turned to evening we wrapped things up and left lighter, expanded, connected and rejuvenated having experienced and bathed in the power of singing, the power of Motherhood, the power of topping up those proverbial cups.
And poo jokes – yes, the power of poo jokes too.