I’m a big proponent on living in the moment, and seizing each opportunity to fully appreciate the event taking place. Lately, as life has exploded on a pleasant scale, I realized I am skimming past instead of delving deep in many ways with my kids.
Lately, work has been pulling at me in a good way. I’m driven to write and create, but find the hours few and far between when I can delve into my projects without many interruptions. I’m craving hours on end of peace to satisfy the inner voices.
Yeah, right. I have two kids.
So, instead I grab moments but found there is always a sacrifice. I’m fortunate to finally be at home with my children, and viewed this as an opportunity to do more quality things with them. Instead, I find our time gained more quantity but lessened the quality! I am on beck and call throughout the hours for lunch, drinks, playtime, questions, and changing the channel. I rush back and forth for pick ups and drop offs. I clean up after them, cook, and yell more, in between wrestling time for my work.
By the end of the day, I’m disappointed I did not get to read to them for a full hour nonstop, or put more thought into their homework, or linger on conversations. Almost as if they sense the worst times in the world, I collapse on the chair after a long day, and my older one crawls on my lap and asks me to read him a story.
“Now?” I whine. “I don’t want to! I’m tired!” – yes, that was me, not him.
Yesterday, with the sun shining and spring dancing in the air, I pushed my little one in the swing and took a few moments to breathe. How wonderful! The sound of children playing, the low hum of the swing rushing back and forth, the screams of laughter echoing in the air as they ran around in glee, everything fell back around me and I remembered this was one of the best parts of being a mother. Grabbing that tiny moment of joy with our kids.
But it’s fleeting. More fleeting than I remember, especially as they grow. I’m beginning to learn that it’s also ok. We can’t be fully engaged and happily present each moment – it’s impossible. Instead, I praise myself for the minutes I enjoy a conversation with my kids, or a book, or a push in the swing. Like my work, I may crave long uninterrupted quality time we both enjoy, but I will be grateful for just a few minutes.
Skimming the surface is acceptable to breathe, as long as we occasionally dive deep and unearth the mysteries below.
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