Friday, May 25, 2012

These Moments



{these moments} - A Friday ritual. A single photo Two photos - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  Inspired by SouleMama.
If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

In The Moment


Sometimes I have a hard time staying in the moment and paying attention to what's in front of me.

My mind is often pulled in a hundred different directions.

Most moments are fleeting, they only last a second or two, 
and we can miss so many when we aren't paying attention.

The interesting thing is,
my mind is the only thing that tries to bring to life what isn't there.  
What doesn't need my attention.

I have a way to help me stay present, in addition to sitting on the cushion. 

Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's easy.  All I have to do is remember.

When I'm watching Z and Bodhi play, a smile pass their lips, my name being called, 
I can center myself by meditating on what's in front of me.  

I can breathe in and out and say to myself or aloud, especially to Bodhi,
"I am watching Z play."  

"I am chopping carrots.  
Feel the smooth hard skin and knife as it pushes through.  
Listen to the knife hit the board.  
Watch them fall.  
Smell the earthy fresh fragrance of newly pulled carrots.  
It tastes so good.  
Want one?"  

"We're walking upstairs.
Let's change your diaper.
I'm laying you down.  
I'm taking your diaper off.  
I am putting on a new diaper.  
Let's go back downstairs."

The funny thing is I learned mostly from talking to the boys.  
I always try to describe the world to Bodhi, as I did Z when he was a babe.  

I still have to help Z find the words or notice his feelings.
It helps me just as much as them.
It helps me not make the situation more than it is, as I often can.
It helps me to not focus on what I don't need to be doing or thinking about.

It's funny how often I find myself noticing so many feelings and extraneous thoughts.

It feels good when I give my full attention, which is giving all my love.
It's the best gift I have.

Friday, May 18, 2012

These Moments






{these moments} - A Friday ritual. A single photo Two photos - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  Inspired by SouleMama.
If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.




Monday, May 14, 2012

What Gets My Attention?

I have to pick myself up and dust myself off.  Sometimes, again and again.

I've been in a funk lately and having a hard time pulling myself out of it.

There's no time like now to ask myself what needs to change.  Some things take a ton of my time, some only a little, but lots of little things can add up to a lot!

Lately, most days I feel pulled in a hundred different directions and spreading myself thin.  I'm not a great multi-tasker.  It does no one any good.  How can anyone give their full attention to more than one thing?  It's hard with two children.  Harder than I ever imagined.

I also get overwhelmed when I think of all the different hats that I wear.  Sometimes I feel like I'm wearing 20 hats at once.  That's enough weight to pull anyone down.

I am working hard, paying attention to where my energy goes and what matters.  If I add the right things to my plate the rest won't fit.

Noticing it is the first step...

I'm pretty good about following my daily rituals.  My little pauses bring such gratitude to our day.

I'm always learning how to connect with and guide Z, and Bodhi, and give my full attention.

I'm trying to breathe and think before I speak or yell.  Sometimes it happens so fast!

I'm getting my butt on the cushion every day.  Even if my name is called, I figure five minutes is better than no minutes.

I want to make a little art or create something fun everyday, with myself and with Z.

I'm slowly taking more time for myself here and there.

I'm slowly learning how to ask for help.

I'm slowly learning how to let go more and more of the things that don't matter.

I'm slowly diving further into the things and people that do matter.

I'm slowly learning how to let go of others' judgements, sooner than later.

I'm unsubscribing more and more.

I'm checking Facebook and e-mail less and less.  

I'm leaving my phone inside or in the other room.

I'm stopping reading so many damn parenting articles.  (By the way, up yours, Time Magazine.  I am just a mama.)

I'm going back to reading more offline than online.

I write only when I have something to say to or remind myself.

I want to write more letters.

I want to journal more.

I'm thinking about who I spend my time with.

I'm working out ways to spend more time with each of the boys alone.

I'm thinking about how to spend some time alone with Daddy.  I can't even remember the last time we hung out without the kids.

I'm my harshest critic and I need to be more kind to myself.

In the words of the beautiful Karen Maezen Miller"Attention is the most concrete expression of love.  What you pay attention to thrives.  What you do not pay attention to withers and dies."  

What are you paying attention to?




Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Does it really matter?



Sometimes he wants to take his temperature, just because.
Does it really matter?


He wants to use all the cups and plates for his tea party.
Does it really matter?

He wants to run in the rain naked.
Does it really matter?

He likes to have a popsicle with breakfast every now and then.
Does it really matter?

He digs going to the toy store to play.
Does it really matter?

Sometimes he wants to go look at the constellations and the moon instead of go to bed on time.
Does it really matter?

He enjoys carrying his brother across the room.
(If he's not crying) Does it really matter?

He changes his mind a lot.

Does it really matter?

No.  Not really.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

It's Simple Really

It's simple really.

All he really needs is Mama to:

Love him.
Feed him.
Listen to him.
Hug him.
Say yes more than no.
Play with him or just sit and watch.
Read to him.
Cuddle, read and tickle him to sleep.
Pay attention to him.

He doesn't ask too much.

Why do I sometimes make it harder than it is?

Why is it sometimes so hard to stop what I'm doing?

(Back to the cushion.)


Friday, May 4, 2012

These Moments






{these moments} - A Friday ritual. A single photo Two photos - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  Inspired by SouleMama.
If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.



Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Imbalanced

I feel a little imbalanced.

My boys are, and always will be, my top priority.

However, I need a little solitude.

Not a lot.

Just a little.

A wee little bit in the grand scheme of things.

A few hours a months should do it.

A tiny bit to fill my well, keep my embers going, and allow me some space.

Some time to be.

Some time to create.  

Some time to walk.

Some time to read.

Some time to not be on call.

What's so hard about it?

It's not too much to ask, is it?