Perception: Connected
When you look for connection with family, friends and strangers, how does your outlook change?
Unmet Expectations
I seriously didn’t even pay attention to my own expectations until Life with Littles. Of course I had expectations, but for me they were simply an ironclad guide for a smooth life, and not something I actively considered may differ from others’. Naive? Well, yeah.
Freedom from Festering
What if… we look at forgiveness as the understanding that while another made hurtful mistakes, he did his best based on his lifetime of choices and circumstances? We each are continually progressing through life. There is no end goal; this is an infinite game.
How can you free your mind from festering?
Mine to Love, Not to Keep
As I ran down the sidewalk holding the bicycle seat as my daughter learned to ride, I was reluctant to let go. If I let go, she might fall. She might get hurt. She might hit her head. Did I struggle to release my grip? Yep. However, I knew she couldn’t succeed until I did.
Let go of the bike, but not the Love. Then, appreciate her journey from alongside her.
Wonder of the Season
The bright face of wonder in a Little fully immersed in her music can illuminate any room… makes the mommy heart happy.
Concert season also means a variety of other Littles singing, dancing, playing instruments, and performing skits. Even during the older kid performances which are mandated by school, I find myself thinking, “Well… there’s one only a mother could love.” Snarky, right? I don’t mean to be, but sometimes you hear that tuba squawk and wish you had stepped out a minute to use the bathroom or take a phone call or something… But spot the family, and, sure enough, they are beaming with delight at their child on stage. My wonder of that performance is different than their wonder of that performance. And though I try not to, on occasion, I do wonder. What if…
Sleigh-ing It
The sea of children with red and green hats began with Christmas poetry. After the first, the audience applauded, and my Little’s face brightened. As she realized the clapping was a recognition, an enormous smile spread slowly over her face and expanded into the room. Next poem began and my Little was really feeling it.