I have begun collecting calm hobbies. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the high energy ones too, had a blast at my ladies floor hockey night just this past Thursday. I could happily skate on the neighbourhood rink for hours with my big kids, and if I could go to the dog park and run around with Riddick every day I would… but, while exerciser is good for high blood pressure, I also am feeling the need to get more ‘slow myself down hobbies’ that are as deliciously mellow as reading. Enter, or rather, re-emerge puzzling!
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They tell us the first five years are the most important. We’ve got five years to help our babies connect as many of the neurons in their little brains as possible. As usual, a lot of what they say could invite a good dose of panic into parenting… do we all need to be superheroes?
What am I pondering lately? There are plenty of input sources; of which my own ideals, goals and desires are among the most vocal in my mind and my heart.
Two years ago my baby boy was two. He spent much of his time pretending to be a dog. So we got him a four legged friend; a purebred retired show dog named Riddick. Riddick, the smooth fox terrier, was named after a Vin Diesel movie character, and he had plenty of character himself. He needed a home and we needed a dog to adopt.
As I put the kids to bed, alone this evening, the anticipation bloomed within. I had big beautiful plans to read, tea it up and perhaps even watch some TV of my own choosing. I could work on my guitar playing, pick out a new song to learn the vocals to. I could bake uninterrupted or simply dance to music while I catch up on chores (chores that are so much more fun with music blaring). Perhaps this all could put me in the introverted category, or is a sign I might finally be growing up… or growing older… I prefer to see this contentment with nights alone as a sign that things are more balanced in my world of ‘mommy’.
She took a deep breath in, held it… and then slowly let it out. But for the mess of breakfast dishes, and the almond milk left sitting out again, it would be hard to tell there was a crew of kids in that kitchen only minutes before. Gazing out the window she spotted the big yellow bus pull away… with her crew of kids. Turning back to the dishes she sighed deeply and hugged her mug of coffee close.
Some times I feel so much better then I have come to expect that I think about prancing through the day. As long as I am still at home I can assume everyone will understand and not be weirded out by it… that thought leaves pretty much the moment I am locking the door and jumping into the van… even before I am out of the driveway. Good mornings really do warrant something though, don’t they? Today I went with it and got a ‘to do’ done that I had been easily putting off. The prancing and dancing came later… once I had returned home
I have made a big change this year. I am going to be willing and open to help, ready and available for healing, and always ready to fertilize hopefulness. Brave, for me, has been redefined, no longer does it mean a strong stance and serious face, but a thankful stance and an honest face.
Four times I had been to this part of the hospital. Four times, and yet it wasn’t all that familiar. My memories where blurred with the nervous energy of a mother in pain; a mother in labour. This time I took in it all, all but the pain. My memories of this birth will forever be sharper then the birth of my very own babies.