TIL: life
It's a breezy day here. The sun is in and out of the clouds which are thick and grey and heavy with coming rain, and the wind is moving them and the trees in every direction. The light is nice, not too bright, not too golden, not too clear. It's hard to explain, but everything is easier to see today.
Girl-the-first is sitting on the loveseat in our school/playroom reading book after book after book. She can't read all the words yet. But she loves going through all her favorite ones and finding the words she knows by sight: the, a, and, is, this, on, to, in. She finds them and runs over to me with her small finger marking the exact spot on the page - "Mama, close your eyes! Now, look, Mama! It's 'and'!" I like this. I like it a lot.
Girl-the-second is sleeping. Yes, she is. She is sleeping soundly in her own room, in her own crib, in her pink sleep sack with no bloomers on. An afternoon nap. After sleeping all night last night. Well, from midnight or so to seven-thirty. It's incredible. And restful. I feel a little sleepy myself. It's almost as if getting those straight seven hours have made my body and mind suddenly conscious of how much they've missed in the last fifteen months. They both want to shut down and cuddle with a pillow for a few. They are greedy for more slumber.
As I type this, the pages for next week's kindergarten classes are rolling off my printer. I'm scanning them ahead of time, and am so thankful for these minutes to do this. Just a little bit of preparation makes it all so much easier. I feel like this about most things, but especially school. It is so much better when my lessons are prepped in advance. If only I could get this far ahead with my dinners, laundry and grocery shopping.
Aside from the general state of the house (toys everywhere, on everything, under everything, in everything, laundry waiting to be folded, dishes waiting to be put away, and one persistent cobweb on the chandelier), things feel good, balanced, calm. It is a good feeling.
So many times what I know to be true doesn't translate to feeling true. And when it does, when what I know to be true also feels true, oh how nice the minutes are.
It is a good reminder to me of perspective. Despite the hard - despite the sad - despite what can feel like a forever of struggle - life is so, so, so good. It is better than what we deserve it to be. I am thankful, filled with gratitude for this goodness.
Girl-the-first is sitting on the loveseat in our school/playroom reading book after book after book. She can't read all the words yet. But she loves going through all her favorite ones and finding the words she knows by sight: the, a, and, is, this, on, to, in. She finds them and runs over to me with her small finger marking the exact spot on the page - "Mama, close your eyes! Now, look, Mama! It's 'and'!" I like this. I like it a lot.
Girl-the-second is sleeping. Yes, she is. She is sleeping soundly in her own room, in her own crib, in her pink sleep sack with no bloomers on. An afternoon nap. After sleeping all night last night. Well, from midnight or so to seven-thirty. It's incredible. And restful. I feel a little sleepy myself. It's almost as if getting those straight seven hours have made my body and mind suddenly conscious of how much they've missed in the last fifteen months. They both want to shut down and cuddle with a pillow for a few. They are greedy for more slumber.
As I type this, the pages for next week's kindergarten classes are rolling off my printer. I'm scanning them ahead of time, and am so thankful for these minutes to do this. Just a little bit of preparation makes it all so much easier. I feel like this about most things, but especially school. It is so much better when my lessons are prepped in advance. If only I could get this far ahead with my dinners, laundry and grocery shopping.
Aside from the general state of the house (toys everywhere, on everything, under everything, in everything, laundry waiting to be folded, dishes waiting to be put away, and one persistent cobweb on the chandelier), things feel good, balanced, calm. It is a good feeling.
So many times what I know to be true doesn't translate to feeling true. And when it does, when what I know to be true also feels true, oh how nice the minutes are.
It is a good reminder to me of perspective. Despite the hard - despite the sad - despite what can feel like a forever of struggle - life is so, so, so good. It is better than what we deserve it to be. I am thankful, filled with gratitude for this goodness.
0
comments
Labels:
balance,
family,
things I love,
thinking
|
