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.
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.]