are for learning new things.
These days are for smiles.
These days are for acceptance.
and for trust.
and for celebrations. mini celebrations. and big ones too.
These days are for practicing, pursuing.
falling down and getting back up.
Mr. Dunbar always seems to remind me of why we have “these days.”
(He’s special like that.)
I’ve needed some big reminders lately. With school back in session, we are go-go-go, all of the time. It seems like its a non-stop “Put your shoes on, go potty, wash your hands, hurry up, get your lunch, brush your teeth, buckle your straps, stop kicking my seat” whirlwind. I’ve been that nagging kind of mom, and ugh, I don’t like it. So I’m up at at ‘em early, planning my days and getting ready before they rise, so that I’m not adding to the hurried frazzled mornings, but rather enjoying them. I can be so quick to reprove or lecture or scold. So quick. But I’d rather take the time to cherish, and love, and teach. Why is the former so much easier? Why is nurturing and guiding harder to remember than the admonishment that is so quick to roll off of my tongue?
These days, today, I am going to be a mom who celebrates each of my kids. A mom who it slow to reprimand and quick to offer praise and encouragement.
Who’s with me?