The Next Thing

When Asher first started doing his one arm up in the air, one arm pointing to the ground dance, it killed me. It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen, this little airplane person in the blue glasses, shaking his shoulders and bobbing his head, then adding a little butt wiggle for effect.




I wish that stuff stayed as funny and adorable after the seventy-eleventh time you've seen it as it was the very first time. I suppose it's just human nature (especially adult human nature) to see something so many times that it loses it's oomph and just doesn't lift you in quite the same way it did at first. Of course, if it's your child, it remains adorable and endearing and you point it out to everyone, but it's just not the exact same as the very first time you experienced it. And then you want that new feeling back.

Or maybe it's just me...

Maybe that's why we're always looking for the next thing, something that brings that belly laugh or a few moments of excitement. At least I've always had a tendency to consistently change things up, to jump into something that keeps life interesting, to grow bored with sameness. Impulsive.

My boys are helping me with this. They're teaching me about contentment, about being comfortable in my own skin (even as it wrinkles and sags), and about truly seeing the beauty in the smallest of things. You know, the extraordinary in the ordinary. They are teaching me to be exactly who I am no matter what life is doing around me. A person can do that when they're seeing beauty in small things.




All these years, I'm not sure why Ryan and I have been so quick to do big thing after big thing after big thing, but maybe it has something to do with that need for excitement, or a fear of the ordinary. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm so glad there's a shift happening, a desire for sameness, really. A desire even for simplicity and a slower pace to life. Of course it's going to take some work to get there, with this whole moving and getting settled thing going on. But we're getting there, to a goal of slowing down.

And I like it.

I finally like it.


Heather writes at The Extraordinary Ordinary

1 comment:

  1. You had me hooked with the picture... then with the heartfelt and meaningful post that followed. Always appreciate hearing your perspective.

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