Last night my son brought home a poem he wrote where he described his perfect day; which included being in a mountain meadow and having silence. It was funny coming from a boy who cannot stop asking questions to save his life and who used to spend the entire mountain/hiking experience whining about bugs and scratchy grass. The irony is that his perfect day sounds a whole lot like mine + a book and diet coke.
On my way to pick the 3yo up from preschool today I realized I had barely spoken (just polite chit chat with a few store clerks) for the last 2.5 hours. How beautiful to have at least a few hours a week that I simply do not have to speak unless I want to. I can get lost in my own thoughts or simply not think and enjoy the mental silence too.
There hasn’t been a lot of mental silence as of late. The house situation marches forward, but I won’t count my chickens until they hatch. Our future is still hazy, I know in time it will unfold and be clear- but I am just trying to be patient. I’ve been pondering all sorts of parenting things. How much should we push our children and how much should we just love and accept them as they are. What are the long term consequences…if I don’t push them will they end up 25 sleeping on my couch and working at Wal-Mart? Or is there a freedom in feeling completely accepted with no demands placed on their futures that will result in self motivation and they will succeed in ways I cannot imagine? There must be a balance in there, a few more hours of silence and I just might find it.
Have you checked out Glennon of Momastary? I’m slow getting to the table I guess as I just discovered her words a week or so ago, but WOW! The power of just showing up for your life and taking it one day at a time, or even 15min at a time. She reminds me of Brene Brown but a little less academic and a lot more real (although you ought to check out her latest book about Daring Greatly).