We've been working (for years) on being selectively busy, measuring our time by how much we enjoy the things we're doing instead of how many things we can fit in, trying to help the boys learn to focus on contentment over achievement. Or maybe they've been teaching us?
But sometimes I forget, get distracted by all the things I'm not doing and forget the things I've done.
Today I took a walk with a friend, and enjoyed the accompanying conversation despite the drizzle.
Today I helped craft a Valentine box, a pink pixelated pig.
Today I comforted a sick child, and cleaned up a few related messes.
Today I picked up new library books and later read a few Caldecotts snuggled on the couch.
Today I collected some groceries, primarily gingerale and saltines, but still.
Today I pretended with finger puppets and played zoo with plastic animals, gave bedtime back rubs and put away freshly laundered pajamas.
The boys do not worry much about what they've accomplished, about whether they're doing enough. They are professionals at calling attention to things that may not seem remarkable, at not being discouraged by things left undone, at making ta-da lists, if you will.
I'm trying to follow their lead.
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