We have a busy household; I'm sure you do, too. No matter the number of kids, jobs, and pets there is always a steady stream of chaos waiting to be brought back into equilibrium. And then there are the things that sit on the back burner, that constitute our buckets lists, and that fill the quadrants of our urgent and important charts.
Life, as we live it, is busy.
Sometimes the business is comforting. It's nice getting all the laundry put away, even if it took all week to get there and tomorrow we'll start over again. Bustling my kids to and from swim lessons is rewarding especially on days when I'm pretty sure the only other contribution I've made to their lives is fodder for therapy.
But occasionally I find myself in a rare mind space where there is nothing that has to be done. No meeting to attend, no placenta to encapsulate, no paperwork to sort. All of a sudden, I realize that nothing feels as significant as getting to mom.
Life, as we live it, is busy.
Sometimes the business is comforting. It's nice getting all the laundry put away, even if it took all week to get there and tomorrow we'll start over again. Bustling my kids to and from swim lessons is rewarding especially on days when I'm pretty sure the only other contribution I've made to their lives is fodder for therapy.
But occasionally I find myself in a rare mind space where there is nothing that has to be done. No meeting to attend, no placenta to encapsulate, no paperwork to sort. All of a sudden, I realize that nothing feels as significant as getting to mom.
And so, I do. I sit on the rug and let the kids climb. Or read that book seven times in a row. Or say yes to making muffins Right Now, and taking many moments to really see them and their great big souls in their teeny, tiny bodies.
I hold these times dear to me as I listen to my five year old tell me his clever jokes. I'm reminded that one day, a little too soon and not so long from now, these moments will be fleeting not because of my business but because of their own.
[Le sigh and le tears.]
I hold these times dear to me as I listen to my five year old tell me his clever jokes. I'm reminded that one day, a little too soon and not so long from now, these moments will be fleeting not because of my business but because of their own.
[Le sigh and le tears.]
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