My first born. My sweet boy.
When I choose my boys over it all, time stands still.
The holidays are approaching and there is still so much to do. I swear I just cleaned the house and it’s a mess again… I thought I had all the gifts complete, but I forgot a few. The holiday baking is in full swing, and a few ingredients are missing…
Yet somehow playing trains, hide and seek and tickle games are exactly what I need right now. It’s a welcoming invitation to forget it all and just play.
When I choose them, time stands still.
My list just grows and can consume me… as things get checked off, new and more ‘pressing’ things get added.
I hear a little voice say, “Mommy, will you play with me?” Instead of feeling torn between my list and them, I allow myself to accept the invite to a place where time stands still.
When I choose to let go of the demands, I am captivated by how they’ve grown and changed and my heart overflows. It’s in these moments that time stands still.
Children are such creatures of the moment. They find pure enjoyment in all they do with each breath. For them, time seems to always stand still.
Slowing down, letting go and allowing myself to sit and play with them is a respite for my busy mama mind and soul. This act is out of love for them, but is also an act of incredible self-love. It reminds me of the beauty of play, the preciousness in each moment and how glorious life can feel when time stands still.
When I get this, it really sinks in. I want to be where time stands still.
So drink this in. Soak it up. The list that never ends fades away. All the doing can wait. I want more being. I want to be where time stands still.
Happy Holidays to you and yours! May you accept an invite to go to a place where time stands still.
Love ~ Sarah
