I've always resented comments of this ilk, directed at harried moms of young children:
Don't blink! Doesn't time fly? How do they grow so fast, why can't they stay little?! You'll miss this.
On my daughter's first birthday, I felt like the party was for US, not her alone. She had survived, and I had hung on for the ride. Life was brand new for both of us. I had completely lost any idea of being in control, beginning with labor & delivery, during which both of our lives had hung briefly in the balance. I was an insignificant drop in the ocean. This was the way, being part of something much bigger than my own brittle ego. I was totally isolated and humbled in a new way, and yet chained to the present in a conscious way that made me feel timeless.
Time did NOT fly. My first year as a mom was the longest, most detailed year of my life. I EARNED that year. I don't regret it, I relished it. But I will not miss a thing. I didn't miss it. I lived through each and every second.
So when the author of this book said that children are powerful spiritual teachers, I underlined it and wrote an exclamation point in the margin.
Buddhism teaches us to accept and embrace some of the spiritual principles that come in like a wrecking ball when one becomes a parent. There is so much overlap between being an enlightenment-seeking Buddhist and being an effective parent. Equanimity and loving-kindness are pillars of both motherhood and enlightenment that come to mind. Reading this book was like confirmation of all the hard lessons I'd learned since becoming a parent, with an invitation to go deeper with it in order to leave this life better than I found it.
What's more, the tenets of Buddhism that are presented in this book are fully compatible with other faiths, at least in my opinion. The Christian Bible instructs us to die to ourselves with a bit of a stick (everlasting suffering, separation from God) and the Buddha encourages us to do the same with a bit of a carrot (the end of suffering -- enlightenment). Parenthood, meanwhile, forces the issue with a hearty helping of both suffering and ecstasy... you can go through it the easy way (LET GO) or the hard way (which feels like a rat race on a good day).
This is a powerful and approachable book. I'm not sure it's for every mom... shedding your ego isn't really something many western humans are truly OK with. Like, if you have and are dedicated to an Instagram account, this book might not be for you.