The Shape of Things

Moms notice everything. We see the dirt under their fingernails and the fingernails on the dirty floor. We see the crumbs on the mouth and the mouth sucking crumbs from unsightly table tops. We see the muddy footprints tracking through our briefly clean floor. We see the smashed crayons between the couch cushions and the peanut butter in their hair. We see them lean into their spaghetti sauce and sneeze into their sandwiches. Sometimes we have to pretend we don't notice, but we see it all.

And moms hear everything. We hear the fridge door open, and not close. We hear the toilet seat slamming up or down. We hear the dog running for his life. We hear the sonic boom of an entire container of toys being overturned. We hear the stealthy opening of a hidden chocolate bar wrapper. We hear them scream and cry and whine and hit and complain and sass off. And we hear the silence. Oh no, now something's really not right, the silence.

But this week I am trying hard to turn OFF my super mommy senses. I am trying to float above the mess and meditate through the noise.

All I see are these little people with nothing but joy in their movement and perfection in their shape.
Pure, purposeful, beautiful little beings out savoring this big world around them.

I keep thinking of the lyrics from the Renee & Jeremy song: "It's a big world baby and you're little for a little while"

And the important things start coming in to focus.