On taking moments for ourselves.
There was the sun coming over the tree line and the steam swirling in the coolest patterns above my hot cacao and the whisk moving through the layers of cinnamon pancake ingredients and the willy wagtail flitting by the window.
There were multiple moments within my ‘making pancakes’ moment this morning and multiple pulls to go and get my phone to capture, to create, to call out to someone, to share.
Underneath it all was a soft but very firm pull to stay. To just keep looking with my eyes, to close them and experience with my own heart for a bit longer. To be and to know that I can have this moment for me, in the full and that the part in it that is for you and for them will still be here, will be in me forever. In the story I might share of it and conversations we might have on so many different topics in the future.
My job is to live and experience, to integrate and process so that whoever looks to me for help and support might find a little piece of what they need, in me and my being.
I don’t have to know everything to help my children or the families that come to me for support. You don’t need to either, not at any point, not ever.
We just need to do our best to live with the mindfulness, presence and embodiment that we want for them. To show them what we do know in the moment, what we have known and also most importantly that we are still growing alongside them.
The pause, the taking of moments for ourselves is where that growing happens.
