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May. 8th, 2004 11:00 pmToday one of my online friends told me that "the mind's natural state is to be happy."
I don't know if I buy it or not, but it's a lovely idea.
Lately my mind seems to default to worry, overanalysis, turning in on itself like a dog chasing its tail.
Yet maybe it doesn't have to be that way.
Earlier tonight, I sat in my son's room watching my daughter play with his toys. (He was taking a bath, so couldn't protest.) I was struck with the beauty of her precise movements, her constantly changing expressions.
Later on, I found myself unselfconsiciously marveling over both my kids, the wonder of them. In that moment, I felt a sense of joy.
Tomorrow I'm leading the Mother's Day service at church, with other moms from our preschool participating in various ways. Being me, I'm too stressed about it - worried it's going to run long, worried certain parts won't go over well.
Except when I'm not...when I remember to be happy.
Tomorrow, let me remember to be grateful, for my mother and her mother and all my female ancestors streaming backwards in an unbroken line. Let me feel gratitude for my children, for the honor and privilege of mothering them.
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I don't know if I buy it or not, but it's a lovely idea.
Lately my mind seems to default to worry, overanalysis, turning in on itself like a dog chasing its tail.
Yet maybe it doesn't have to be that way.
Earlier tonight, I sat in my son's room watching my daughter play with his toys. (He was taking a bath, so couldn't protest.) I was struck with the beauty of her precise movements, her constantly changing expressions.
Later on, I found myself unselfconsiciously marveling over both my kids, the wonder of them. In that moment, I felt a sense of joy.
Tomorrow I'm leading the Mother's Day service at church, with other moms from our preschool participating in various ways. Being me, I'm too stressed about it - worried it's going to run long, worried certain parts won't go over well.
Except when I'm not...when I remember to be happy.
Tomorrow, let me remember to be grateful, for my mother and her mother and all my female ancestors streaming backwards in an unbroken line. Let me feel gratitude for my children, for the honor and privilege of mothering them.
A+