Hello Monday - The importance of pause and play

This weekend was the kind of plotting and planning, getting ready to take steps towards dreaming big. Getting ready to bet on ourselves, in the very much longer term, right now checking, looking and seeing which direction is best to begin in.

Of course these plans even if they don't come to fruition are interesting only to us adults, the littlest one has no interest in driving from place to place, or writing lists that aren't about toys she'd like. And so, in the midst of planning we made time to pause. 

A pause full of action, running and laughter. Time out just to focus on her happiness, blissfully swinging away in the warming winter sun.

Just like the swing, the rhythm of family moves back and forth a living metronome. Sometimes more towards our needs as parents, as adults and people in our own right, to be healthy for our children things need to swing in that direction some of the time. Then back towards their needs, pausing to play, slowing down the production line to let them roll the cookies into balls, or to embrace them when they are sick or sad or just in need of the comfort that only you can bring. 

When the weight has swung towards their needs it can be hard. Hard to see that with your unwashed hair pulled back from your face and your skin feeling gritty, because there has been no time to break away and take a shower, that filling their needs makes you the most beautiful thing they've ever known. Harder to remember that the weight may swing back, however slowly, and that soon you'll be fulfilling your creative side, or your social side, the things that you prized about yourself before their needs over-ruled, but it will swing back.

No matter what the tempo of the metronome seems to be now, when they are grown and you look back it will seem that it was all just one beat, the song of their childhood reduced down to the blink of an eye. And if you paid attention to the rhythm, the give and take while it was happening, and you're very very lucky, you'll have a lovely young adult standing beside you. Their own metronome swinging in a rhythm different to yours, but in harmony.