Every single time I look at these, I feel pure joy. Thought I’d share that with all of you.
You don’t mind a little joy in your life today, do you? *wink*
I’m not sure what my willingness to show it to you anyway says about me as a mother. But let’s not dwell on that. Instead, let’s spend some time in your life that you will NEVER GET BACK together, shall we?
Braden and I like to have “Elaine Benes” dance parties together. Nobody on this earth is allowed to see what we do when we crank the music. Not even my husband. If some poor, unsuspecting person happened upon us… well. I would say that I’d have to kill that person, but I’m sure they’d find the nearest cliff to jump off of themselves, unable to bear living with the mental images of what they’ve seen.
Today Braden started busting a move and then perfected it and began repeating it over and over again, and really, what is a dedicated, tech-savvy, camera obsessed mom supposed to do? Film that shit, suckas. I was not disappointed with my decision. I did have trouble trying not to laugh, which just resulted in a squeaky, half-assed muted laugh. All in all, this video is the worst video you might ever decide to watch.
During December, I will be reflecting on my year and manifesting what’s next by participating in Reverb 10. Maybe you’d like to join me?
December 4 – Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year? (Prompt Author: Jeffrey Davis)
There are two things which are a large part of my life that help me maintain a sense of wonder on a regular basis: my photography habit and my son.
I am very rarely far from a camera, and am very often photographing the world around me, from the spectacular to the mundane.
The longer I do this, the easier it has become for me to see the small things in life, things which contain such huge beauty if only you notice them for what they are.
Every day is full of things you do not expect… practice awareness.
Part of that lies in having a sense of wonder, and that really needs flexing, too! Luckily, my second muse helps with that.
“Mommy, that beetle is not moving.”
“Yes, I see that.”
“Why is he not moving? I think something is wrong. What is wrong?”
“Well, that beetle is dead, honey.”
“Well, then, we should recharge his batteries, so he can have energy again.”
The world is full of possibilities for him, that I have long ago let go of or disbelieved. It’s nice to turn that back when I see the wonder and potential for all things in his eyes. It truly is catching, and even if I can’t fully believe all things he still considers (like recharging the batteries of the dead), he opens my spirit and mind to so many possibilities again that I wasn’t just not believing anymore, but that I wasn’t even imagining.
He has given me, in many ways, a ticket to ride back through my own youth. That is the height of wonder.
How have you cultivated/maintained a sense of wonder this past year?
When we arrived at the pumpkin patch last week, I asked Braden if he would like a face painting. “Yes!” Of all the options, including many small and cute cheek-sized designs, guess which one he chose?
And there was that moment when I realized I’d suggested this face painting business right at the beginning of the day. There would be no pumpkin patch photos of him – just Mini Spiderman. Just one moment.
Because on the heels of that I laughed inside and remembered, as always, that what is most important is not the appearance, but the experience.
Spiderman had a great day at the pumpkin patch.
When I left the room he was making lovely drawings in his notebook.
If I’d had to take a dump, do you think he’d have progressed to his arms and face?
once upon a time on Valentines day I got a wonderful present
confirmation that you existed
the world has looked different every day since then
sometimes more fierce, sometimes softer, in spite of itself
because of you
the days have flown faster than I ever knew they could
and despite what I say about wanting you to slow down
i am also eager to see who you will be tomorrow
and the day after that
and the days and months and years after that
i know that before long
it will seem
like the blink
of an eye
i will have my answer
so many of these flying days will stack up against one another
that you will be a man
but for now I still get to be your hand holder and your scare chaser
your cheek kisser and your hair smoother
the one who you wake up in the morning and who puts you to sleep at night
and I get to sit by you at the table and watch you
as you flex your muscles while eating a carrot
your eyes lighting up with imagination and magic as you say
i will eat my vegables and then i will grow to be a strong, big daddy!
and then i will be a growned up!
but not yet today.
Happy Birthday, my beloved!
The world may sometimes seem fierce
but it will never be quite as fierce as you.