“The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.” -Thomas More
Sometimes, I really didn't have much to do. I would wake, eat, shower, go to work, come home, eat, shower, and crawl in bed. Sure, The Committee and I had fun along the way, but nothing really stands out. As my days are flying past me as a mother, I find the memories are getting harder and harder to recall and nothing really stands out once again. The big moments B.B. (before-birth) and A.B. (after-birth) are easy to recall. But, the minor experiences and trouble-free days seem blurry.
Is that what life is like? In the end, is it like a picture that isn't in focus? You can make out the subjects, but the edges seem blurry. I don't want that to be my past. I want to recall the laughter over silly jokes. I want to remember the smell of the top of my sons' heads when they were toddlers. I want to know that I won't forget taking Sunday afternoon drives with The Committee when we had nothing else to do. I long to remember the feeling of the boys brushing my hair aside to whisper sweet secrets in my ear over and over again. I want to look back with gratitude for all the moments that came so easily. I want my heart to be full of thanks for all of the blessings that have been placed in my life. I want to know that at the end of every day, I placed my head down on my pillow each night and knew that my life was fuller than I ever could have imagined.
"Teach us delight in simple things,
and mirth that has no bitter springs"- Rudyard Kipling
But, I'm not sure how to make this happen. I'm not sure that I am savoring the gifts that have been bestowed from the cup of God's grace. The best remedy I have found so far is savoring the stillness in the few moments I can each day. I have started trying to steal a minute in each day to take a deep breath and humble myself, create a bit of silence, and give thanks for the gifts I have been given. It seems like an insignificant move, but it eases my concerns of forgetfulness and helps me to savor the tiny joys.