- I really love my birthday.
That day, or the entire week before, I don’t feel guilty taking up space.
It’s not much. Just sticky notes stuck to our pantry door – But it serves two important tasks:
It makes us laugh and….
Helps us remember.
Not to get too philosophical about a bunch of sticky notes full of the dumb and ridiculous things we say – but….laughing with someone creates a connection – a happy one, and that’s not a little thing.
And some of the things we say are just so US. I can read a quote, even one that I wasn’t in the room for, and know exactly who said it, and when.
So here are five favorites:
- “Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for my tent.” Big Pause. Opens eyes. “Wait! He didn’t give me my tent. Santa did!”
- “I’m trying to memorize Pi to the 39th power so I can calculate the mass of the known universe.” – because of course you are…
- While listening to a song about values…
Song – “Values are something you can’t touch – ”
Child “Like a poisonous frog! You should never touch a poisonous frog!”
- “Don’t I look like an old person wearing a cactus?”
- “What is this thing called future I keep hearing about?”
If you need an easy family tradition, grab some sticky notes.
My word for the year is PRESENT. For more about that you can go here: http://bit.ly/36wtLzo
Before I’ve focused on ways of being (LISTEN, HONEST) – which, while life changing, left out my body. I was surprised to discover that being present involves my whole self; my mind, my spirit and my body. All need to be present, and all benefit from the effort required.
- As I have tried to quiet my mind this week, I have become more aware of how loud it really is. I can read an entire book to my kids and have no memory of reading some of the pages (sometimes this is a blessing – those Disney books are LONG). I am often thinking about something else while talking to one of my children, while cleaning, while doing… anything. It’s rare that I’m just there, in the moment. But the times that I am, those are the times that stick in my memory…. The other day, AJ reached his arms up to me to be held. I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around my stomach, his arms around my neck and nestled his head against my shoulders. I sat down and paid attention to what he looked like, how he felt, his little body as wiry as a monkey. I probably can’t tell you anything else that happened that day, but I remember that, because I stopped and lived it.
I often forget to tell my kids key information.
Last week, I was sitting in church with a child on every limb. One, with his head in my lap, another leaning against my shoulder and one climbing up my leg.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus, wanting a brief moment of stillness. The child at my feet tapped me and waved a book in my face. “Mom, will you read this to me?”
I opened my eyes. “Sure, in a minute I want to talk to Jesus really quick.”
The child looked around, eyes wide “Is her here?”
I smile at him. “No, I just mean in my heart.”
And I realize, my two-year old used to say fantastic, very untraditional prayers. He would look around and name everything that he loved.Continue Reading