The other day my 11 year old came to me and told me he missed me. Missed me? What? I wasin disbelief, actually. I reminded him about all the time we send together, trips to the movies, roller skating, the trips to Starbucks. (Are those places ever cheap? I mean, seriously Starbucks, $24 total for four drinks and a few snacks? End rant.) He looked at me and told me that’s not what he meant. He told me he just wanted me present during the day.
Like stopping my crazy busy mom & yoga teacher work agenda to look at the art project he made on the computer. Really looking at it and trying to appreciate his talents. It’s about me taking thirty minutes to play cards at the table with them and not filling out school forms, checking email constantly on my phone. Email can wait thirty minutes. They cannot. It’s in not worrying so much about the laundry and instead just letting that go and being thankful for a family to do laundry for. Just being there. Cooking together. Laughing. Giving of myself in the simple things.
Little Simple Things.
Thanks Baby Man. Thanks for the reminder to stop, look around and breathe in my life.
Photo credit- my soul sister Candy Koslen