I’ve spent some time away from this little blog of mine because I’ve been a little busier than normal. Busy is bittersweet to me. The hustle and bustle is fun, but I prefer slow living- breathing in every moment and exhaling contentment. This week we are experiencing a bit of an indian summer. I’m not complaining. We’ve been able to enjoy the slow, outdoor moments that we love so much, and one day in particular, we were breathing in all the moments and we found ourselves picking up acorns. Picking acorns from the furry grass should be a boring, daunting task, but it was so perfect and beautiful, and it really got me thinking about some things.
We found ourselves sprawled out on the grass searching for the acorns and purposefully placing each one in our old tin can. I found the boys gazing up at the large oak in wonderment. And then soon they would continue the search. As we found and celebrated each acorn, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander. Each acorn was in peaceful waiting nestled in the ground. It reminded me of my children waiting each day to be picked up and adored and then carried along. Each acorn waited in anticipation that we would choose them and carry them along for the journey. And as I found myself gazing into the branches of the oaks, I realized I don’t want to just pick up my babies and bring them along for the busy ride day in and day out when instead I could allow them to grow by waiting in the stillness.
Oh my, just like those joy-giving acorns grow into a strong, unwavering, deeply rooted oak, I hope my babies grow to be the same: strong, unwavering, deeply rooted. I want to pick them up each day and carry them along for the busy journey, but sometimes it’s when they stay where they are, they nestle themselves into the soil, roots start to form, and life is sprouted out of this tiny seed. Busy can be good. The ride can be amazing. But, life really begins in the still moments.
The stillness is my favorite.
Those early mornings when the world has yet to wake. The house is silent except for the dripping of coffee into the bottom of the sizzling pot.
Those moments of sorting through laundry when the house is just freshly asleep and finding a pocketful of rocks and blades of grass, laughing in the silence.
Those afternoons of sitting on the front porch and hearing the wind intertwine with giggles of the children and the chimes to produce a soft, heavenly sigh.
Those moments rocking my nursing baby to sleep holding her gaze and smiling a deep, knowing smile that we adore each other more than words could ever say.
Those nap times when my boys just need some one-on-one loving and need me to rock them to sleep. Their arms wrapped around my neck and the sweetest, soft breathing against my hair.
Goodness, those are the life giving moments that I live for. Those are the moments that life begins and the oak really begins to take root and grow. Busy can be fun, but the slow, easy moments are where life truly begins.