A few weeks ago, I went to the eye doctor for an overdue check up. I needed a full eye exam, so there was no way I could bring my toddler with me. I couldn’t do that to the other people in the waiting room. Or to the office staff. Or the doctor. Or my sanity.
Anyway, I was lucky that my husband was able to go into work late so I could head to my appointment alone. I knew it would be a long one since I would be getting my eyes dilated and would have to do a lot of waiting. I was not looking forward to it.
“Change is the only constant.” I saw this quote on a sign along a trail I was running this morning in a state park. Deep thoughts from the forest, huh? After a quick Google search I saw this quote is credited to a Greek philosopher named Heraclitus, who I’ve never heard of before.
Anyway, I wish I took a picture of it because I love this quote. It’s so true, isn’t it? In all aspects of life, and especially in parenting. As soon as you “master” one stage, the next begins. You never know what tomorrow will bring. It’s always something new and different, and that’s a beautiful thing.
Kind of like this lone red leaf I saw. I found it beautiful, too. I did manage to get a picture of that. Happy Autumn, everyone.
Tonight I sat on the couch with my daughter watching the season finale of our favorite guilty pleasure reality television show. I was completely focused on the program in front of me, when I glanced momentarily away from the tv.
This is what I saw.
My daughter was carefully examining the position of my feet and trying to match her’s to mine. She had scooted herself to the edge of the couch so that her feet could rest on the coffee table. She had crossed her ankles like mine, and was busily making adjustments to get it just right.
To see the world through my children’s eyes is beautiful. It is safe and loving and inclusive. Everyone is worthy of being a “friend” until proven otherwise by actions or words. Appearance and background have no bearing on how people are perceived.
I do not want my children to grow up surrounded by hate and fear and mistrust of those who are different. No, I will not allow these things to mar their innocent and untainted outlook.
I am only one person, but I am a mom. I have the power to make a difference, if only in the lives of my own children.
Went for a run this morning!
WAIT. Before you scroll by thinking this is going to be a humble brag post about how fit and sporty I am, please realize it is not that in any way.
It cannot be that because I am actually not those things at all. In fact, I am a terrible runner. My “running” pace is not much faster than some people’s walking pace. I have never been athletic. Like ever. Unless you count that one time I played freshmen field hockey in high school. But everyone made the team. And I got cut the following year. So, no, that doesn’t count.