This quote moves me. When I first read it, I cut it out and posted it on a cork board that sits in the kitchen. I put other mementos around it, but never on it. I want nothing to obscure this reminder of what it means to live and grow with a child, regardless what stage we are in.
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.
– William Martin
The ordinary came alive for us this morning when, before I spent the day on my own while E played with his favorite nanny (she comes twice monthly on Saturdays and I go and wander about the city, reconnect with myself, drink coffee slowly, brunch, shop, all the things that remind me of being out and about in the world), we colored on scraps of construction paper in the kitchen and made a card for E’s godfather’s birthday party. While I did most of the assembling, once that was done, E colored happily, adding the perfect finishing touches for the card. There was joy there, for sure. I realize, too, that so much of our lives are filled with ordinary moments, in which I find rhythm, joy, and an abundance of love that we have these moments.