๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ.
Thank you Sally Clarkson for this reminder at this weekendโs Wild + Free Conference.
Growing up, I could always count on my teachers saying the same thing to my mom every parent-teacher conference:
โSheโs so sweet, does all her work, gets good grades... but BOY is she a daydreamer!โ ๐ญ
They would say this with a mix of laughter and the tiniest hint of annoyance. And itโs true... sometimes theyโd 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 couldnโt 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 Iโm learning to enjoy the small moments along the way. Maybe thatโs because I already see - in the short two years of my kidโs life - how quickly time goes by. I donโt have the luxury of waiting for โbig momentsโ to shape him. Iโm seeing first-hand how that happens in the every day.
And Iโm learning how to show up for these small, imperfect, mundane moments... fully present, in the mess of it all.