What do your roots mean to you?
Mine begin with family. Generations of Riley's, McCeney's, Jackson's and Proffit's.
The girls and I enjoyed the warmer weather while it was here this week. We took advantage of it by playing at the park and walking with the sun. As we were outside, I felt like each one of us was meditating in some way or another. I felt like we were all in our own world together. I kept taking in the fresh air and the looks on my girls' faces. And although we were bundled up with hats and mittens, it still felt so refreshing to be outside and breathing in crisp, still, February air.
This last week in February of 2013 meant a lot to me. I held on to it tight so it would last longer. Maybe it's because my babies won't be as dependent on me in the years to come. Riley will go off to Kindergarten this fall of 2013, and Reese my little baby, will turn 1 in April of 2013. So to me, 2013 will have a lot of big changes, as will every year. For some reason this year has marked my soul in some way.
Lately, each morning I wake up, I have been thinking what can I do to make this day last longer.
What can I do differently with my girls to help them grow and learn with me as their teacher.
I want every day to be a special, magical day. Filled with imagination and tons of giggles. I want to be not only a mama to Riley and Reese but their best friend. I love playing with them and I love watching them play. They play so nicely together. I am looking forward to the days when Reese and Riley can do everything together.
While we were at the park, I walked down the side walk with Reese and observed all the nature around me. I focused on tiny details and captured nature in a new way.
I love how it is all around us in everything. From the dirt on my tile floor, that Reese got to feel and explore yesterday, to the many different birds that stop in and out of our wilted garden.
Nature is a child's greatest learning tool.
Earlier in this lovely month of February, Riley came home one day from looking at the horses on the farm where her grandparents live. There she was digging in an earthy, muddy pile of rich dirt.
That's it. She was so content and happy. She was so peaceful and her eyes were filled with intent fascination. It didn't bother me at all. She was being a kid. Exploring. Learning. I want her to get dirty and try things that might seem gross or scary. I want her to be confident and brave. What's the worst that could happen? dirt under her nails, mud on her clothes. Things that can be taken back.
An instant and exploring can not be taken back.
We eventually had to leave. When we got home she ran straight down the hill to the back yard and started exploring the magical mud some more.
I wonder what she was thinking...
All I know is when she came inside it was as if she had been to a spa, not just because her hands were wrist deep in mud, but because her spirit was so calm and collected...
Leading me back to my roots.
From family generations to Marc and me. My own personal roots. From the branches in my body that are formed together from the bottom of my roots up to my spirit and being. Everything I have encountered in my life good and bad, people and things, have all led me to where I am now. With Marc and the new little roots we have created together.
While searching within my thoughts and soul, thinking about all the things that have created my roots.
An unbelievably, remarkable journey and way the mind can lead humans to their life's personal path is something I hope all humans get to feel and see.
I am so simply pleased to know that I am helping guide my girls on their own personal path, and I hope that they too will one day stop and look back at where their roots have brought them.
