1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Then visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
Please give me your best five minutes on:::
Mommy, look at my picture. Mommy, look at the tree frog I caught. Isn’t he so interesting? Mommy, can you look at my knee? Do you think it’s infected? Mommy, look at this paper from school. Can you sign it? Mommy, look at me ride my bike. Mommy, look at me….
Day after day the word “look” is woven into a sea of questions from my three loves. They want and need attention from me. They call out to me to look. To drop my thoughts and emotions and lists that are forming in my head. To look away from the computer or the phone or the growing mountain of laundry or the stacks of forms to be filled out.
Often times I choose to finish what I’m doing. Or take a mental break and hear myself say, “Just a minute.” Of course a minute turns into multiple minutes and sometimes hours. The daily routines of life drown out the simple pleasure of looking.
When I stop and look, though, it forces my thoughts to remain in the present. The present of simple pleasures and blessings. Pleasures that money cannot buy and authorities cannot demand. Things that are the best parts of life.
Simple pleasures like:
- Exchanging a funny face with one of my 3 (An inside joke only known to the receiver. Each have their own.)
- Seeing my youngest ride without training wheels for the first time and seeing her big grin that tells me how proud she is of her accomplishment.
- Helping with a need that feels important to them. Band-aid anyone?
- Listening to stories about their day. Stories that fill me in on their character and their friend choices.
- Feelings of contentment as I remain in the moment.
- A knowing hug that says, “Thank you for looking, Mommy.”
When I look, I’m blessed. Looking at someone else instead of myself.