Beginning something new.
Uncomfortable. Awkward. Time consuming. Noticing some resistance.
But doing it anyway. Persisting, because I can. For now. Starting a temporary, one could almost say ‘pop-up’ blog for the occasion of trying something new. Writing something every day. Here in this space.
And I say, if I can tweet 10 times, then I can also squeeze in a quick blog post.
Today’s slice of life story:
I had a thought about parenting while I was in the car this afternoon. I had just picked up my youngest from his friend’s and we were headed back in the direction of my school where I had a basketball game to coach.
He was quiet in the backseat. And as I drove i wondered about when I fall in love with him again and again. Is it when he’s sleeping? When I sit on his bedside in the morning to welcome him into a new day? When we laugh out loud together? When he sings while he brushes his teeth?
Because of course there are so many moments of annoyance and challenge and habit that I forget how special and amazing his very existence actually is. I forget the way he lights up my days, my weeks, my life. And how deeply he marks my purpose in this life. This one boy, sitting quietly in the backseat.
And we drive on.