Most mornings we are woken by a two year old, suggesting strongly ‘Wake up, Mummy…’ ‘Wake up, Daddy…’
I am sure this sounds ultra cute but at 5.30 in the morning, when it is raining and cold, the cute factor wears a little thin.
This morning however, I opened one eye slowly, hoping that even the sound of that movement wouldn’t stir the troupes.
Then I remembered, our little morning man, had a sleep over at his Nan’s and the silence of the morning was golden.
As I opened my eyes again, the sun rising and the house stilled, I looked at a piece of artwork I had recently shifted to hang at the end of my bed and I contemplated.
Kind
Brave
True
My thoughts went a little like this…
Am I kind?
Am I brave?
Am I true?
I know in my day to day, there are moments, when I am far from kind. Wanting to slow down and be more intentional with my words and my moments.
I know yesterday, as I gathered courage about a situation in my world, I felt far from brave but I started a conversation that mattered and the heaviness lifted.
I know that often I exaggerate, in the wonder and joy of the moment and it is something I have been daily working on, to be more true to the moment and the information.
How are you going in these areas?
I sit here this afternoon, with a strawberry and cream tea, the wind blowing through my window and I am so grateful for time to contemplate.
I am so grateful, that these days my life is not busy, it is intentional.
I am so aware of the moments with my little ones, that pass so quickly.
Today I am aware of being kinder with my words, braver with my choices and truer with my conversations.
Delighting in those moments, that wash away so quickly.
Till we meet again tomorrow.
