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the mama sutra
The Mama Sutra is a deep, heartfelt journey into the steep canyons and peaks of motherhoodan often-undervalued Dharma path. Anne Cushmans captivating writing takes you with her on this journey into the raw and challenging places only motherhood can take you. I treasure this book and will recommend it to others.
LAMA TSULTRIM ALLIONE , author of Wisdom Rising
Reading The Mama Sutra, I realize that Im doubly blessed. Blessed that Anne has taken us into her confidence and shared the raw, messy, beautiful details of her lifealternately heartbreaking and laugh-out-loud funny. And blessed that her courage to share such intimacies has encouraged me look tenderly at my own life.
LINDA SPARROWE , author of Yoga Mama
With lush specificity, sparkling wit, and the courage to expose her own vulnerability, Anne Cushman explores the joys and sorrows of motherhood. She does so in a way that ultimately transcends its subject and becomes something much broader: an exploration of what it means to be a spiritual seeker who lives a passionately embodied life, inextricably connected to otherschildren, parents, lovers, friendsthrough the mystery of incarnation, the grief of loss, and the timeless nature of love.
NOELLE OXENHANDLER , author of The Wishing Year
A mothers unconditional love is often presented as a model of loving-kindness, but real motherscursing in childbirth, leaking milk, kissing bruises, pounding a wall in the middle of the night so they didnt pound their babieshave never had a voice in spiritual literature. With courage and compassion, The Mama Sutra gives them that voice. Cushmans tender, fierce, and beautiful memoir masterfully brings the lofty ideals of spiritual practice down to the messy, heartbreaking details of womens lives, honoring the labor with which women give birth and nurture our families, our partners, our communities, and ourselves. Cushmans powerful book shows us that the joys and sorrows of motherhood are not separate from the spiritual path but are the path itself. Finally!
LEZA LOWITZ , author of In Search of the Sun
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Names: Cushman, Anne, author.
Title: The mama sutra: a story of love, loss, and the path of motherhood / Anne Cushman.
Description: First edition. | Boulder: Shambhala, [2019] | Includes bibliographical references.
Identifiers: LCCN 2018035342 | ISBN 9781611804638 (pbk.: alk. paper)
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Subjects: LCSH : Cushman, Anne. | Motherhood. | Loss (Psychology) | Buddhism.
Classification: LCC HQ 759 . C 984 2019 | DDC 306.874/3dc23
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For my mother
Nancy Troland Cushman
19242015
and my daughter
Sierra
May 9, 1999
Sutra is the Sanskrit name for a short spiritual teaching in the yogic and Buddhist tradition. It comes from the same root as the English word suture, a verb that means to stitch.
The stories in this book are not sutras in the traditional sense. They are an homage to the long threads that run through all human lives, stitching up whats shredded in our hearts.
Contents
SUTRA 1
Letter to a Daughter Who Didnt Live to Be Born
SUTRA 2
Into the Heart of Sorrow
SUTRA 3
Buddhas Birthday
SUTRA 4
Notes from a Three-Month Baby Retreat
SUTRA 5
Butterfly Kiss for the Buddha
SUTRA 6
The Terrible Twos (Or, More Yuv and Happiness)
SUTRA 7
Beyond the Beyond
SUTRA 8
On the Spectrum
SUTRA 9
The Big Questions
SUTRA 10
Astronomy Lessons
SUTRA 11
A Passage Back to India
SUTRA 12
Adventures in Dharma Dating
SUTRA 13
The Best-Laid Plans
SUTRA 14
The Terrain in Spain
SUTRA 15
The Tempest: A Meditation Retreat
SUTRA 16
Singing My Mother to Sleep
SUTRA 17
Finding My Daughter
Authors Note
The stories in this book are crafted from the raw material of my lifeas imperfectly preserved in my memory and my journals. To protect their privacy, Ive sometimes omitted or changed peoples names or identifying details, including the names of my son, his father, and my partners daughter.
Introduction
If my baby daughter had lived past her birth she would have had her eighteenth birthday last Mothers Day. I wonder what she would have been like. I picture her with skin still creamy and luminous, the dark hair she had as a newborn baby now grown long and shinymaybe caught back in a ponytail, maybe cascading loose over her shoulders. I never saw her eyesher lids were closed by the time I held her, already dead, in my armsso I invent them: green, like mine, rather than golden brown like her younger brothers. But they are light-filled and sparkling, like his.
I imagine my daughter texting me from school like her teenage brother just did: I just got cast as Moist in Dr. Horribles Sing-Along Blog! Mom, Im not feeling so good, can you pick me up today? I envision the way she would roll her eyes at my haphazard outfits, the clothes of a writer and meditator who works at home in sweatshirts and yoga pantsGod, Mom, can you at least put on matching socks before you leave the house? (Her brother doesnt even notice what I wear, but Im sure she would.)
In these daydreams, my daughter is always dropped into the house that I am living in now. It is this honey-colored couch we are snuggling into together, reading Big Little Lies (me) and Twilight (her) in front of the fire as the fog rolls in over the mountain out the window. It is this kitchen where Im scrambling eggs for her, her brother, and her stepsister in the morning, the sink still piled high with dishes from last nights vegetable miso soup.
Of course, in this fantasy, her brother and stepsister are here toohow could they not be? The three of them are spotting jackrabbits and bobcats in the drought-baked hills above our house or arguing about whether to watch Bridesmaids or Star Wars on family movie night. The girls are singing along as their brother plays Hysteria by Muse on his electric guitar.
But, of course, thats not the way it would be. Because if she had lived everything would have been different.
This book is a collection of stories about motherhood as a path to awakening. Ive been writing them for almost two decades. Some of them I have published before. Others have felt too raw to share past the confines of my journals. All of them togetherI want to reassure youculminate in a happy ending.