Little Surprises

I have commented, again and again, about how I love this slow life we live. How I enjoy the slow pace of our bike rides. How I adore the slow pace of our walks. How all this slow helps us to stop and notice the things around us. The subtle shifts.

How I love when on an entirely ordinary walk to an entirely ordinary park, one that we visit almost daily, we happen upon something new to us.

A little labyrinth nestled into an otherwise unused section of our little park. With a simple message. Enjoy.

And boy did we. We walked it. To the center and back out. Again and again and again.

People passed by, busier than ever, with their headphones and their smartphones and their zooming engines. And not a single person stopped to join us. Not a single person even seemed to take notice of the special something nestled in the corner of that park.

So, readers, my challenge to us is this. Slow down. Stop. Notice. You’ll be surprised at what you find, I guarantee it.

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Boredom and Building Roads

First, let me preface this by saying that we have been in our home since Sunday (aside from a very brief trip to the post office). In our home. Within these walls. For five days.

As much as I like my home, and I do, this has been a little much.

We started the week with a sick baby. Then it took down Ewan. We’ve had fevers and croup and a whole bunch of runny noses. We’ve had a big one saying, “I’m happy, but I’m not so good.” We’ve had lots of cuddles and stories and lying around. We’ve also had a bit of boredom.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I think boredom is good. I think it is important. I think boredom forces us to come up with new plans, new ideas. Boredom gives us the space to dream.

After all, were it not for the boredom, I wouldn’t have the worlds largest masking tape highway running through our entire home right now.

What started as a simple undertaking with a roll of masking tape has taken on a life of its own. It reminds me of the “If you give a mouse a cookie” story.

If you build some roads, they are going to need some lines.

And then some parking lots.

And with all the traffic jams,

you’ll definitely need some stop signs (lights, too).

And it’s not over. Today we spent time painting buildings (a grocery store, an ice cream cone shop, and First Slice) that we’ll finish tomorrow.

Truth be told, I don’t know who is having the most fun with this whole project. I suppose that’s the best way.

I’ll keep you updated on our little town. I’m sure there will be much to show as it turns into a booming metropolis.

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Saying Yes

Sometimes I get into a bit of a rut. A rut I’m not terribly fond of. A “no” rut.

No, we can’t go to the playground right now.

No, playdoh is too messy.

No, you may not have any yogurt.

Wait a second….

No to yogurt? No to playdoh? No to the playground? Why?

Well, to be frank, sometimes it is just easier to say no. It is easier to brush off the requests, most of which are perfectly reasonable.

But that’s not who I want to be. That’s not the life I want to live. That’s not the mama I want these boys to remember.

I want to say yes! Live yes!

And yesterday when my little guy, overflowing with excitement about his new train track pieces, came out of quiet time asking if we could build a train track using every single piece of track I said YES!

Yes! We can build that track.

And we did. And it was awesome. (Even if it was declared that I wasn’t the best engineer, since there was one dead-end)

So, yes. I’m going to try to say it more. Try to do it more.

What about you? What do you want to say Yes to?

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