I did something today I haven’t done in a while. I let my girls help me cook. We all put on aprons and my Big Girl cleaned the beans, my Little Woman snapped off the end of the beans and I showed them how to snap them in half into the pot. We then washed the potatoes together and carried them over to the counter, using our aprons as a sack (the girls thought this skill was amazing). At first I kept thinking about how much faster I am at doing it alone, then I drew myself back to the present and took note of their conversation and the moment we where making together.
(Note my Big Girls glove! It is her fall gloves that she is getting covered in dirt but she told me she needed ‘flowering gloves like mama wears’ and so that is what this pink set is for now.)
Yesterday I sat on the front step and watched my eldest ‘garden’. She was taking water from the kiddy pool and pouring it randomly on the lawn. “These are yucky areas that need flowers to grow,”she told me. She would take her rake and scratch away at my empty flower bed, very busy, sure she was making the yard much prettier.
I listened as my youngest daughter giggled and squealed with lady bugs on her mitten (yes mitten). She was so nervous about touching them she insisted on wearing a mitten while the bugs played on her hand. My Big Boy thought it was great fun to scare the bugs and watch them pee on him. They must have kept at the bug hunt and gardening for hours and I managed to sit and really watch for a good while.
I am not someone who enjoys fast pace. I truly do think about moments in time a lot and try hard to capture the littlest things about it all. I have become a very impatient mother though. I have become too busy too often. I need to relax more and cook with my girls, chat with my three year old, hunt bugs and garden in an empty flower bed.
Practicing this is medicinal for my mommy soul.
TTFN