What is there to love about today? Well, on first glance, not much.
Our 4yr old woke up at 3:30am ready to be up for the day. (Daylight savings time anyone?) Someone backed into our van yesterday so I’m dealing with all that. My husband is out for work this week. And now, I’m tired. What IS there to love about today?
There’s always something. I’ve been listening to Kate Bowler’s podcast “Everything Happens” while I clean up after the kids go to bed. She and her guests are heartfelt and funny and living grief in all kinds of different ways.
But tonight, while picking up and exhausted and listening I was thinking about my own perspective. About what I hold dear and what I do with my time and what love is and why it matters. (You know, all light things to think about.)
I am reminded that there is no place like the present to begin.
So what is there to love about today…here’s a short list…
…My son is anxious about his standardized testing and he chose to talk to me about it.
…My daughter has already finished 2 books we got from the library just yesterday and was excited to share with me that they are based on the authors real life and that maybe one day she can creatively share about her life.
…My (more than exhausted) 4 year old managed to follow through on a few tasks. It seems small but late toddlerhood is not for the faint of heart and any obedience is delightful.
…My daughter made us all laugh when I went to tuck her in and said their room smelled weird. She started belly laughing and said “MOM! It’s because we FART when we go to sleep!” Well, okay then. (And also, can you please make sure you aren’t hiding dirty clothes anywhere all the same.)
…Our baby girl has so many words, but today she asked to sit and when I went to sit her next to me she chose my lap instead. I know these days are numbered and I was grateful to hold her there.
So, even when we are tired, and spent and crabby and too self focused, we can always stop and choose something else. Something lovely.
I love this quote from Mary Oliver…
It is what I was born for –
to look, to listen
to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over…
And so…I begin again…seeking that which is love and lovely.