When they were small, I was super impatient. Bored by the endless diapers the monotony of feeding, and cleaning, and laundry. Could not wait for time to speed up. And suddenly they’re here skiing away from me. Too fast. And all I want is for this moment
It is brave of you to admit to the boredom and tedium in caring for infants. I felt the same, and can't imagine the doubling factor of raising twins. And, like you, as soon as they could get in and out of their car seats on their own, life became a whole lot more fun. I remember the day I put my eldest on a carousel, and I stood there watching him go round and round, all on his own. I got all teary eyed as I realized he was independently moving through the world. Now he's 37 years old; I never stopped missing him.
Absolutely Lizzie. Raising 5 kids, and working f/t I held lots of resentment and exhuastion. And now they are all adults and I wish I would have stopped and enjoyed the moments more.
When I was a young child, I whined to my mother one hot August day while she was very busy canning: " I'm bored. I have nothing to do." Her response: "As you get older, time will pass much quicker." Once again my mother was correct. As I age (I am now 72) time goes by much quicker. Whoosh, another week is gone. So important for us to learn, through yoga, to stay in the moment and cherish each moment.
Wanting things to be different is one of those times we should pause and go inside and wonder ,WHY am I not accepting this moment. This is the a lifetime practice.
The punchline, of course, is that there’s nothing to wait for. The main event is what’s currently happening. This is it. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s by releasing the grip, the tension of waiting, the anticipation, the tumbling forward into the future while our feet are still on the ground… the searching for something to fill the space, the urge to take the edge off of simply being…
My favorite photo of my son and me is one where we are sprinkled in fluffy Vermont snow, playing outside in snowplow created cold mountains, awaiting the magic of Christmas. We are both Winter Lovers. 30 years later that picture captures the essence of his childhood, my parenthood and our divergent growth- without the push and pull of dressing for the outdoors! Time is fleeting but lives in memory.
Definitely resonates. My youngest son is also 4, and watching him grow is both heart-warming and bittersweet because my last baby is no longer a baby. Such a lesson in impermance and appreciation of now.
It is brave of you to admit to the boredom and tedium in caring for infants. I felt the same, and can't imagine the doubling factor of raising twins. And, like you, as soon as they could get in and out of their car seats on their own, life became a whole lot more fun. I remember the day I put my eldest on a carousel, and I stood there watching him go round and round, all on his own. I got all teary eyed as I realized he was independently moving through the world. Now he's 37 years old; I never stopped missing him.
Absolutely Lizzie. Raising 5 kids, and working f/t I held lots of resentment and exhuastion. And now they are all adults and I wish I would have stopped and enjoyed the moments more.
When I was a young child, I whined to my mother one hot August day while she was very busy canning: " I'm bored. I have nothing to do." Her response: "As you get older, time will pass much quicker." Once again my mother was correct. As I age (I am now 72) time goes by much quicker. Whoosh, another week is gone. So important for us to learn, through yoga, to stay in the moment and cherish each moment.
Wanting things to be different is one of those times we should pause and go inside and wonder ,WHY am I not accepting this moment. This is the a lifetime practice.
"THE LAUNDRY w. Lodro & Adreanna" <thelaundry@substack.com>
The punchline, of course, is that there’s nothing to wait for. The main event is what’s currently happening. This is it. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s by releasing the grip, the tension of waiting, the anticipation, the tumbling forward into the future while our feet are still on the ground… the searching for something to fill the space, the urge to take the edge off of simply being…
Simply being: so easy and so difficult,
Alison
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My favorite photo of my son and me is one where we are sprinkled in fluffy Vermont snow, playing outside in snowplow created cold mountains, awaiting the magic of Christmas. We are both Winter Lovers. 30 years later that picture captures the essence of his childhood, my parenthood and our divergent growth- without the push and pull of dressing for the outdoors! Time is fleeting but lives in memory.
Definitely resonates. My youngest son is also 4, and watching him grow is both heart-warming and bittersweet because my last baby is no longer a baby. Such a lesson in impermance and appreciation of now.