This morning, I gather my three little ducklings (I called them my evil stepsisters yesterday, and I was obviously Cinderella) to head off to a local splash pad. Energy was up and we need some time outside and in this heat water must be involved.
I’m driving and talking to my mom asking for prayer because not only were we going to go to the splash pad I was going to try and walk through Old Navy with three kids five and under in tow. I know, it wasn’t essential. Sometimes I just like to test out if we can make it. It’s like an obstacle course or something.
As we were enjoying the splash pad, I felt the *pause*. That moment where you can evaluate how things are going, how you are feeling, and you are able to be present. And I was filled with gratitude. Two years ago, this trip would have felt like climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro but today it was peaceful. It wasn’t perfect.
I did get my kids a cookie before battling Old Navy, I’m not stupid. I bought two shirts, and then made it to Barnes and Noble. I’m pushing it, I know. The kids played and then we hit that wall, you know the one that if you climb over it there’s no returning. We were starting to act a little crazy, we had a poopy diaper, and tears for more stuff. It was time to go.
And off we went.
We made it.
So mom, new mom, you can do this. What seems impossible will be a breeze one day, then slow down just enough to celebrate. I took a bath.
Reminded today: we are all on a journey and sometimes we don’t know where it’s taking us, but we can trust that we are being prepared for it.