Oscar is much more the teacher these days rather than the student. It’s no secret that I have been stressed out lately and trying to find center. It’s been rocky but not impossible, yet I have felt exhausted and whiny and unstable. All the while, Oscar has been rolling with the punches like a pro. He runs around potential houses playing and laughing and doesn’t bat an eye that I have packed away many of his toys. He just wants us to be here. Present and with him. I think there is a lot to learn from that. More than I can probably delve into with this one post. But isn’t it the way we should be? As adults? As humans?
Just here and present.
How much of our security lies in fleeting moments and materialism? Too much if you ask me. It shakes me that I get so bent out of shape when my routine dissolves into a pile of unwashed dishes and stacks of unread magazines. When it’s all I can do to keep food in the house much less provide any sort of entertainment for the boy. Yet, he just rolls with it. He loves me and delights in me for just being here. And present.
Are you present? Or do you get tossed around by the waves of transition like the doubter in James?
Lots to think about here. I hope to continue the conversation…