I’m
trying to keep a longer view. The short
view usually seems to take over and swamp everything else from my mind. In the short term I have laundry to fold. I
need to get healthy food into these kids, or at least some food. I want a few more hours of sleep. I want a few minutes of peace to think. I’m desperate for a little space to think my
own thoughts without being interrupted by a child who needs her nose wiped or
hands washed or even to have someone say “good job” to her latest block tower or
cake.
But
I am trying to learn to take a deep breath and think of what these little
moments add up to and what is coming eventually. I try to see what gives all these moments
meaning, that in the end washing hands and handing out ice packs for bumps on
the head and putting the same puzzles together over and over will have an end. When I look ahead to the end, and crane my
neck at an odd angle, I can almost see that right now is a gift.
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