As June is slowly creeping up on our calendars, I can’t help but feel like time just moves WAY too fast (you know you’re getting older when these types of thoughts or statements start to creep into your vocabulary!). There seem to be an increasing number of ‘t”s to cross and far too many “i”‘s that will have to go ‘undotted’. My daughter actually turned to me yesterday and said: “Why aren’t we sitting at our table to eat together anymore, Mom? I miss it!” Gulp. She’s right. How could that have fallen off of my radar after consciously making it an important part of each day this past year? Cue guilt ridden, excuse making mom. “Well…things have been really busy the last couple of weeks. There was your Spring show in the theatre, Caed started his spring soccer league, then spring camp, your spring recitals coming up, our spring renovations…”. Yuck! Too much time DOING things, and not enough time LIVING.
Well, I guess the prayers that I didn’t even know I was praying were answered this week with a NASTY sinus infection. With all of the crazy busyness I had been longing for the calm of my porch swing. Where we have spent many afternoons cuddling as a family and many evenings touching toes as we read long after the sun went down. So that was where I went the other day when I needed to crash for an impromptu sickness induced nap.
The swing swayed gently and consistent, and though I was feeling rotten, I was lulled into the tranquility of the moment, as the warmth of the sun poured over our porch. As I laid there, I closed my eyes and listened. Listened to one of my kids giggling. Listened to the birds singing and playfully bouncing from branch to branch. Listened to the far off lawn mowers and weed whackers desperately chugging, waging war against the winter’s growth. All of these sounds combined created a symphony that strangely, I usually ignore in the day to day hustle.
It took getting SICK, (and literally being unable to keep myself upright longer than 20 minutes) to appreciate that LIFE was teaming and scheming around me. It really was much more than just listening to what was going on around me. It was like I could sense things. Things…growing… even my children. I could sense strength; strength in the ordinary and mundane tasks of life. I could hear togetherness and sense a thread of connection running from the tip of my toe to everything and everyone around me.
I sometimes feel lonely in this world. A stranger to my habitat or a sojourner, unsettled, and restless. But this week, being forced to slow down, I listened. I waited. I prayed. And felt peace and strength. For that, I am thankful.
Becoming Ordinary: Year 1 Day 284