I admit to being the sort of mama who doesn’t always enjoy going to the park. I feel like getting ready to watch the kids play is too much effort. I’d much rather stay in me pj’s and be barefooted while knitting inside and glancing out the window. The thing about city life id that it’s not all about me, right? I kids LOVE the park and so I must oblige them as often as possible. This truly keeps us all sane. Cabin fever is a frequent ailment these days.
I’m trying to be better. Better at self-sacrifice, effort when I’m tired, letting them be kids, ignoring the fact that out seven brushes are never to be found, better at calm. I’m attempting to train into my heart more slow, more thankfulness, more heart swelling moments of pleasure. More enjoyment.
After all there is always something to enjoy.
This day I enjoyed this:
Feeling proud of Josie Bean for all the physical accomplishments she had been though. I’m proud of her for simply being able to ride her bike.
I feel happy to see the kids playing with friends at the park, and friends who share their super fun Christmas gifts such as hover boards.
I found excitement in watching a bunch of neighborhood kids use their imaginations.
I was surprised and joyful to watch my boys playing basketball with each other when they could’ve played with someone else. They preferred each other!