I’ve been having a hard time with things lately. I feel sort of…stuck, I suppose. Like a hamster in his wheel, doing the same loop over and over and over again. Every day the same. Get the kids read, figure out three meals a day seven days a week, bathe children, run errands, do laundry, wash a mound of dishes, repeat. With gaps here and there filled in with dabbled sadness of life’s uncontrollable changes that have a way of making you feel completely and entirely alone.
I long for family time. I long for a new wardrobe or even just a pair of rockin’ boots to fuel my soul temporarily. I long for the chores to just do themselves. I long for a new camera or a new lens to magically appear on my doorstep and my imagination races as the UPS or FedEx truck drive by my house and my breath stops, thinking “Oh! Maybe I’ll get a surprise package today!” Then the truck turns the corner.
At least in the midst of my hopes and longings I have the little joys that keep me going. The way that Baby Magoo clings to my shirt with his little hand. The way he crawls to me, wanting me to pick him up and his cuddles. Watching Little Magoo and his crazy little dances and the way he pours over the Toys R Us catalog, pointing out what he wants Santa to buy him (and let’s just say it is everything).
It just often seems the older I get the more difficult life becomes the harder it is to focus on the small things that are such wonders in life, the small things, although seeming mundane in the day to day are slipping by with each waking breath.
Take the time to do something out of the ordinary today. I know I’m going to.
