Rumi

This is one of my favorite poets, one of my favorite quotes beautifully put together in a meme. I’ve had it for years, I only wish I knew the original source who created it.

This has been my week, being present in the moment. It’s the first week of Spring Break with my youngest son (18 years old, high school senior). Probably one of our last Spring Breaks together as he enters college and will probably prefer to head to FL or Cabo than on holiday with his mother. 

He was sick the week before Spring Break and tired from trying to stay on top of his school work and get healthy. We came to Los Angeles and I asked him what he wanted to do. His response, “Nothing.” He just wanted downtime. Space in his life. He’s wired like that. Too many things going on, always moving and going, can sometimes feel overwhelming to him.

So that is what we have done. We have watched NCAA Basketball Tournament games, and lamented our brackets being busted so quickly. We have walked the beach, watched the sunset, gone to the gym and explored new restaurants. We’ve watched movies and discovered the TV show, The Office. How did neither one of us ever see this show??!! It’s hysterical and has left us belly laughing, saying, “Ok. Just one more.” He’s slept in, every single day, except for the first day of March Madness because he wanted to catch the early games.

It’s been a slow, quiet week. And I have had to watch that part of my mind that pushes me to do more. Get more things done. Plan some stuff and be out in the world. It keeps showing up, I listen, quietly say “thank you,” and disregard its pushiness. This week has been blissful…sweat nectar. In our always going, fast-paced world to have this one on one time laughing, talking and spending time with my son means more than checking off items on a To Do List. He’s always been one of my teachers. Since the day he came into the world he has forced me to slow down. Be more present. He’s done it again this week, and I am so very grateful.