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I always text my kids before I take off on a plane with a\u00a0quick \u201cI love you.\u201d I wait until\u00a0they send me heart\u00a0or kiss\u00a0emojis or an “I love you too,” and then I put my phone into airplane mode.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And no matter how much I tell myself that all will be well, my stomach tightness, my chest feels heavy, and the tip of my nose tickles, warning that tears are coming up.<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s a little uncomfortable being out of reach for a while. Maybe it\u2019s because I\u2019m used to the convenience of cell phones and texts, but I think it\u2019s more about being a mom.\u00a0As the plane lifts off, I say a little prayer for safety and for God to bring me home to my kids\u00a0after I do my job.<\/span><\/p>\n Inevitably, I feel a bit at odds with myself\u2026 I love singing,\u00a0speaking, and performing too much to quit. I love being a mom. And doing both is sometimes painful. (The year before the Pandemic I was on an amazing tour and I missed every band performance my kids were in!)<\/span><\/p>\n Last week, I got an email from Croatian Records asking me to film a short video about motherhood – adding how they picked women who had successful careers and were engaged mothers.<\/span><\/p>\n Here is what I said<\/a>:<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMotherhood is a gift and an honor. As mothers, we get to participate in creating lives – not just by birthing our children into the world, but more so through our guidance, our presence, support, love, through giving them all they need to grow into the people they were created to be. So following our own paths, being passionate about the work we do – and how it benefits other people – becomes a beautiful example for them to not be afraid to be who they are, and to experience how following their dreams gives them a sense of fulfillment and purpose.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|8px||7px|false|false”]<\/p>\n I always text my kids before I take off on a plane with a\u00a0quick \u201cI love you.\u201d I wait until\u00a0they send me heart\u00a0or kiss\u00a0emojis or an “I love you too,” and then I put my phone into airplane mode.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And no matter how much I tell myself that all will be well, my stomach tightness, my chest feels heavy, and the tip of my nose tickles, warning that tears are coming up.<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s a little uncomfortable being out of reach for a while. Maybe it\u2019s because I\u2019m used to the convenience of cell phones and texts, but I think it\u2019s more about being a mom.\u00a0As the plane lifts off, I say a little prayer for safety and for God to bring me home to my kids\u00a0after I do my job.<\/span><\/p>\n Inevitably, I feel a bit at odds with myself\u2026 I love singing,\u00a0speaking, and performing too much to quit. I love being a mom. And doing both is sometimes painful. (The year before the Pandemic I was on an amazing tour and I missed every band performance my kids were in!)<\/span><\/p>\n Last week, I got an email from Croatian Records asking me to film a short video about motherhood – adding how they picked women who had successful careers and were engaged mothers.<\/span><\/p>\n Here is what I said<\/a>:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMotherhood is a gift and an honor. As mothers, we get to participate in creating lives – not just by birthing our children into the world, but more so through our guidance, our presence, support, love, through giving them all they need to grow into the people they were created to be. So following our own paths, being passionate about the work we do – and how it benefits other people – becomes a beautiful example for them to not be afraid to be who they are, and to experience how following their dreams gives them a sense of fulfillment and purpose.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/FINAL_Blog-Banner-TC.com-1.png” title_text=”FINAL_Blog Banner TC.com (1)” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|124px||124px|false|false”]<\/p>\n Speaking of work, I was in Phoenix, AZ doing a gig! It was a Mother\u2019s Day event and I got to sing and speak.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I walked through the Nashville airport with my guitar on my back. The TSA agent joked that there has been a special \u2018musicians tax\u2019 added since the last time I flew. Perhaps because there will be so many musicians traveling now when the world opens back up LOL – we will be like puppies being let out of a crate.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I passed by a restaurant with live music and said a prayer for a jar full of tips.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n A few feet further, I noticed the sunlight coming through the glass roof and I looked up. There was an art installment of beautiful colorful umbrellas. It made me pause and take a breath and smile…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I sat down at my gate\u00a0and sent a picture of the umbrellas to my son, who loves public art installments. I told him how the art made me feel happy and uplifted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Art makes us stop. We admire it and enjoy it.\u00a0And in doing so our\u00a0heart is touched. Perhaps you smile, or you wonder about its creation or the artist. You definitely interrupt your thoughts for a moment (perhaps you were worrying about the flight, or being stressed about something at work) and it gives you a chance to think about something more relaxing. You slow down your breathing, your heart opens a bit wider, and you experience your journey with more presence of mind and spirit.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Isn\u2019t that amazing?<\/span><\/p>\n Since mother\u2019s day is tomorrow, I want to wish all of you mothers a happy day – and those of you who aren\u2019t mothers, I wish you a happy day as you celebrate the woman who gave you birth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0And,\u00a0we can all ‘give birth’ to more peace, love, kindness, and compassion…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|16px||6px|false|false”]<\/p>\n Speaking of work, I was in Phoenix, AZ doing a gig! It was a Mother\u2019s Day event and I got to sing and speak.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I walked through the Nashville airport with my guitar on my back. The TSA agent joked that there has been a special \u2018musicians tax\u2019 added since the last time I flew. Perhaps because there will be so many musicians traveling now when the world opens back up LOL – we will be like puppies being let out of a crate.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I passed by a restaurant with live music and said a prayer for a jar full of tips.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n A few feet further, I noticed the sunlight coming through the glass roof and I looked up. There was an art installment of beautiful colorful umbrellas. It made me pause and take a breath and smile…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I sat down at my gate\u00a0and sent a picture of the umbrellas to my son, who loves public art installments. I told him how the art made me feel happy and uplifted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Art makes us stop. We admire it and enjoy it.\u00a0And in doing so our\u00a0heart is touched. Perhaps you smile, or you wonder about its creation or the artist. You definitely interrupt your thoughts for a moment (perhaps you were worrying about the flight, or being stressed about something at work) and it gives you a chance to think about something more relaxing. You slow down your breathing, your heart opens a bit wider, and you experience your journey with more presence of mind and spirit.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Isn\u2019t that amazing?<\/span><\/p>\n Since mother\u2019s day is tomorrow, I want to wish all of you mothers a happy day – and those of you who aren\u2019t mothers, I wish you a happy day as you celebrate the woman who gave you birth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0And,\u00a0we can all ‘give birth’ to more peace, love, kindness, and compassion…<\/span><\/p>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/2021-Blog-SM-posts.png” title_text=”2021 Blog SM posts” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ width=”55%”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|124px||124px|false|false”]<\/p>\n Finally, as a mother, I\u2019m going to share another poem by my son Blais \ud83d\ude42 It\u2019s about a piece of art that I ended up painting (the original idea was to have my three sons – who were 10,8, and 5 at the time – paint it, but they all painted a single star and lost interest LOL)<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Starry Night<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Starry night, over the<\/span><\/p>\n hills, I am mourning my youth,<\/span><\/p>\n watching comets fall.<\/span><\/p>\n And my family painting all together<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n As a child amazed by\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The beauty of the brush<\/span><\/p>\n So many stars\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So quaint and lush<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Oh youth, taking advantage of\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My family all together\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Thinking\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n This would last forever and ever<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Mom painting day and night\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Asking if we would not just stare<\/span><\/p>\n Until I took the brush and<\/span><\/p>\n Painted her hair<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Oh starry night\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I’m sorry for my mistakes<\/span><\/p>\n I just wish I had<\/span><\/p>\n My family in one place\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0-Blais, Grade 10<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|16px||6px|false|false”]<\/p>\n Finally, as a mother, I\u2019m going to share another poem by my son Blais \ud83d\ude42 It\u2019s about a piece of art that I ended up painting (the original idea was to have my three sons – who were 10,8, and 5 at the time – paint it, but they all painted a single star and lost interest LOL)<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Starry Night<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Starry night, over the<\/span><\/p>\n hills, I am mourning my youth,<\/span><\/p>\n watching comets fall.<\/span><\/p>\n And my family painting all together<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n As a child amazed by\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The beauty of the brush<\/span><\/p>\n So many stars\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So quaint and lush<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Oh youth, taking advantage of\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My family all together\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Thinking\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n This would last forever and ever<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Mom painting day and night\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Asking if we would not just stare<\/span><\/p>\n Until I took the brush and<\/span><\/p>\n Painted her hair<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Oh starry night\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I’m sorry for my mistakes<\/span><\/p>\n I just wish I had<\/span><\/p>\n My family in one place\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0-Blais, Grade 10<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”20px||||false|false”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text 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her disappear through security.\u00a0She lives in Croatia so we’re\u00a0an Ocean apart, and I just miss the little every-day things we don\u2019t get to do together.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\n
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