“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m exactly where I’m s…..”
“Shit, did I turn off the stove? Was that the dryer dinging? What’s for dinner?”
My daily devotion to presence brings comfort but sometimes I catch myself longing for more.
I dream of the day when I can get up and do whatever I damn-well please. The one where I don’t do that oh-so familiar dance: “Did I brush my teeth this morning? I did, right? Nope, I didn’t.”
Our days are filled with the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Little people have big emotions, after all. And boo-boos, crusty oatmeal covered dishes, tantrums, snacks, and fights— that’s all before 9 a.m.
Then they giggle or place their tiny hand ever-so-gently in mine, and I once again hear my soul singing praise for these wild hearts. They are always my greatest teachers.
Despite my decision to stay-at-home with my girls (for now) my belly still screams: “More-is-more!”, “Check off that to-do list!”, “You’ve got big goals, mama, get it together!”
I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t secretly long to trade in my yoga pants for a stylish outfit and a commute (you know, to my writing desk from my kitchen).
Still, I root myself into the jagged Florida grass while they dance around gleaming with spirit. They adopt the pace of nature, they know how to just be. Once again, in true form, they are showing me everything I need to learn.