And just like that Anderson is (mostly?) writing out our names, sort of telling time (OK that needs a lot of work…) and today told me that Egypt is his favorite thing he’s ever learned about in school, and can he please have “Egypt toys” for Christmas??? Please?!
It’s been a hard, brutal start to the year for many people I know. Illness… pain…and sheer grief at times simply over the world we live in.
I’m trying to live in a state of gratitude as much as I can, sweat the small stuff less and just really love on my kids, family and friends.
Anyway, I wrote this short poem (I think? We’ll go with poem..) at the start of the year as just a little personal time capsule to remember some of the nuances and fabric that make up my days at this point in my life. It’s the simple, un-sexy stuff that I find myself stopping to notice…like microwaved coffee. Maybe you’ll relate to all of this, maybe none of it.
Nothing profound…but isn’t that everything?
A Full Life
By Beth Morris
A full life is found in the daily grind.
In the countless bucklings of car seats and the rushes to get out the door.
In the sticky post-breakfast messes on a baby’s face, the loads of laundry always waiting to be done, the vegetables to chop, the mail to open.
A full life is found in each new page turned, in each line written.
In the post-it note to-do lists and end-of-day bubble baths.
A full life is found in card games with friends, visits from your kids’ grandparents, always with some surprise up their sleeve.
A full life is found in a hot yoga class. It’s found in a bone-chilling, head-clearing run on a winter afternoon.
Picking up Hotwheels for the thousandth time, microwaving the coffee you’re too busy to drink.
In hurried hellos to preschool moms and kissing your husband goodnight as your head hits the pillow…a full life is found.
That’s it. Just a little poem to spark my memory down the line someday when I’m drinking fresher coffee and taking more regular showers.
I’ve always loved these words from Maya Angelou, which I try to challenge myself with often:
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Words to live by…even if you forget all the words.