𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺.
Growing up, I could always count on my teachers saying the same thing to my mom every parent-teacher conference:
“She’s so sweet, does all her work, gets good grades... but BOY is she a daydreamer!” 💭
They would say this with a mix of laughter and the tiniest hint of annoyance. And it‘s true... sometimes they’d have to snap me out of the deepest of daydreams to get me to focus.
I spent much of life dreaming of these big, perfect, life-defining moments. Graduation, starting college, my wedding day, the launch of a career, becoming a mother... I couldn’t wait to check it all off the list. As if those milestones would finally kickstart life for me.
While I am still a daydreamer at heart, thankfully I’m learning to enjoy the small moments along the way. Maybe that’s because I already see - in the short two years of my kid’s life - how quickly time goes by. I don’t have the luxury of waiting for “big moments” to shape him. I’m seeing first-hand how that happens in the every day.
And I’m learning how to show up for these small, imperfect, mundane moments... fully present, in the mess of it all.