This little piece of pottery was my gift from my six year-old. He was so proud.
Cringing when I entered my password for this blog, I knew the date of my last post would be staring at me from the screen. Guilt, predictably, was the emotion I felt. Three months. Three. Somewhere in the middle of February I lost focus…or steam…or ability to manage my time. Whatever the problem, I went on radio silence.
Day followed day. Get up. Go to work. Come home. Do homework with kids. Clean up dinner. Sleep. Repeat.
Now, it is May. I have to admit. I was dreading May. It is the month of my birthday, Mother’s Day, end of school craziness and it just has a lot of obligations. Something interesting happened though.
I found the steam. Was it the spring weather? The sun coming out? Getting my hands back in the front garden? The excitement I sense in my kids about summer and the end of school?
Whatever it was, I’m thankful. Like Stella, I’ve found my groove.
And my sweet Mother’s Day gift from my son didn’t hurt. It was a pleasant surprise when he woke me up at 7 a.m. to give it to me. He’d been waiting for four days and was too excited. I think his excitement for life is contagious.
It also got me thinking about a quote I came across:
“You can’t just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can’t plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.” –Sarah Dessen
I don’t know if this is “back on track.” It will be important to not go into radio silence now, but to stay plugged into life and the excitement of everything around me…even the small things like a little blue bowl.
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