Five. Five always feels official. Four felt like I could cheat and call you a toddler still. But five doesn’t work that way. Five means Kindergarten and all kinds of bigger kidness calling.
I finally understand why moms baby their babies. It’s hard to see them grow. You don’t look at milestones as firsts. You look at them as lasts.
I have been a mom for thirteen years. I find this hard to believe. But time goes fast and if you have a toddler, blink blink, tomorrow they will be a teenager.
It would seem that by now I should know a thing or two. But here is the beauty of kids, just when you feel like you are starting to get a handle on something they grow. Move into the next phase. Or the next one comes along and is completely different. Parenting always keeps you on your toes.
One time my mom told me . . . .
I’ve been coming to the mat more regularly. To work out aches and let go of pains. To remember that my breath is for breathing. To stretch my body and my mind.
These days I can’t seem . . .
Two stops signs every. single. day. One at the start of the woods and the other at the end. Two, three way stops that I’ve rolled through most of my life.
I’m at a figurative stop. It’s funny because I thought . . .
Obviously this world we live in is a broken place full of hurting people. People that who are fighting for basic needs (water, food, education, etc), and struggling to just survive, daily. The need for change is painfully obvious, but the way to take action isn’t always so clear.
I’m only one person.
I’m a million miles away.
What can I do that could make any kind of difference?