Today brought it in spades. Today, I spent luscious, needed time with a friend as we took sips of perfect coffee, while sitting on the floor with our little ones, holding our cups high above their heads to avoid the bumps and jumps and the stray car or sword invading our space. We moved between the floor inside to the trampoline outside trying like heck to squeeze in conversation when my 3yo would actually take a breath. Seems as though he’s been waiting all summer long to talk as much as has today.
Seems as though I’ve been waiting all summer long to talk as much as I have today.
We, my friend and I, realized something today between us. It’s an awesome thing to discover and uncover this need to be “simple and real” as she put it. I love that.
Simple and real.
To be okay with weakness and the times we just don’t measure up, knowing that we don’t need to live in embarrassment or fear of judgment that our lives are messy, because you know what? Life is messy and it doesn’t really discriminate between who we all are. But it also begs us to be loving enough to call each other out on our stuff, knowing that we’re doing it from a total place of love along with a big ol’ invitation to just listen or walk hand-in-hand with someone for a while, sharing that place of love and letting it be a place of refuge and accountability, when it’s time.
Yep. Simple and real.
It’s a dog-gone revolution.
In the meantime, there was a back to school celebration this past weekend at the Goldfish’s school – a celebration of MOVEMENT. :)
While the 7yo was busting moves, the 3yo wanted nothing of it.
He must have seen me do the Gummy Bear dance. It wasn’t pretty.
All was redeemed when he was released outside.
To each his own, I suppose.
Do you remember your new mantra?