An unexpected surprise…

Back in November of 2015, I spent the better part of a weekend believing I was pregnant. It was an exceptionally refreshing experience, one that I’ve not had for a number of years now.

It was a fantastic weekend to begin with. Halloween was celebrated in conjunction with seasonally low temperatures AND daylight savings time. That, my friends, is every parent’s dream! We also enjoyed dinners with family, played board games, built LEGO, watched a movie, walked our pup at an off-leash park for the very first time (hilarious!), and played many rowdy games of soccer in our back yard.

On Saturday, I checked my app when it occurred to me that I was late, and realized that my cycle had endured for 36 days. I was convinced that my cycle had not EVER exceeded 35 days, though my husband seemed to recall a 38 day cycle. I am willing to admit that he was likely correct, what with his brain being the vault that it is, but at the time I was keen to forget.

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Meditating with a Monkey

My kid is busy.

No, I am not talking about the over-scheduled variety of busy that so many people seem to have an affliction for these days. Rather, I am referring to his mental and physical state.

He was born this way. Rolling at three months, crawling at six, walking at nine… always spurred on by his innate curiosity, fearlessness, and independence. He loves, loves, loves his stimulation. The more he can get, the happier he is. Which ultimately is great. In life, this will serve him.

On the other hand, it is my job as his parent to offer him opportunities to learn to be still. There is much peace and wisdom to be gleaned from stillness. I have no desire to deny him these things. And perhaps, if we all taught our children to meditate, the world would be a much kinder, gentler place.

A mother can dream.

So, we’ve been meditating.

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