Actually, it was more like a potty epiphany, but I figured we would go clean in the title. Yesterday afternoon, while sitting on the potty, watching my daughter splash in the tub, and helping my sons build their legos (yes, all at the same time) I saw a vision of the hindu god Vishnu - you know, the one with four hands. Beyond the simple desire as a mother to HAVE four hands (is this really asking to much?), I decided to look up the god, thinking there must be some connection that my subconcious made in that all encompassing moment of multi-tasking motherhood. Here is what I found.
"The hindu god Vishnu is the preserver and protector of creation. Vishnu is the embodiment of mercy and goodness, the self-existent, all pervading power that preserves the universe and maintains the cosmic order."
That's when I got it. Motherhood=the living embodiment of Vishnu.
Yup. That's me. Mother. Just your local hindu god at work. All day. Everyday.
Did I mention that Vishnu doesn't sleep?