Oh boy people. Feeling exhausted these days and at capacity in so many ways! Before I lay down with my new favorite book called Hope Will Find You (I am savoring every page) I just wanted to share this photo of me and Nico. He is six months old, almost crawling (which by the way I am NOT encouraging. Please stay right where you are little dude!) and full of joy.
I could learn a lot from this kid.
When I was pregnant, I had one dream about Nico. I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t know his name, but the dream told me that he was a receiver of life. He took all of life in, didn’t resist one bit of it, and knew deeply about pleasure, joy and what a gift it is to receive life fully. I see it in the way he relaxes in my arms, the way he lets me hug and kiss him (no arching and resisting involved) and the way his default mode is to grin and giggle about pretty much everything.
If I was a little angel sitting on my shoulder these days there are a few things I would whisper:
Everything’s going to be okay.
You can let go.
You are doing great.
I love you.
It’s okay to just enjoy.
You don’t have to wait anymore.
What would your whispers say?