It seems to me that mothering is, in many ways, a re-learning of how to be a child. It sounds simple. I know. But somewhere between innocence and here I ran headlong into the mad rush and stopped noticing. I suppose I’d keep right on, scarcely stopping to catch my breath, were it not for the small curious straggler at my heels who is never in a hurry. And while I am teaching her how to get from here to there, she is teaching me to pay attention to the scenery…a gift that perhaps only she can bestow. And for the first time, in a long time, the seemingly mundane parades in pageantry.
How do you carve out empty space in your day and in your home for “noticing” and for nurturing creativity?
p.s. While you’re here, be sure to check out the regulars. There are some fresh faces there this morning. You’re making this place feel like home.
| days of doing one thing = 9 |