We often read and hear the extols of living in the present – lesser stress, more happiness etc. Often we are looking and living in the past sometimes with fond memories and sometimes in regret. Other times we are thinking and living for the future, either in hope or despair. Few have mastered the art of really breathing, thinking and living for the day.
In this few is a sizeable population of little people called ‘Children’.
“I love daal today” only to change the next day to “ Wooow, I love bhindi today” ( love -dreamy word for a mother who battles with feeding Peanut EVERY meal)
“Bhumika is my best friend today” only to change another day to “ NIku is my best friend today”
Yesterday is gone, there’s no fear of what tomorrow will bring and so their imaginative minds explore the day, a moment at a time. Just the way a DAY is meant to be enjoyed, truly and wholly experiencing all the instances that a day presents.
Peanut will be walking and chatting and suddenly a butterfly will fly past or a caterpillar would be making it’s way across the road. Peanut’s sole focus changes to the new, beautiful and I suspect even magical (in his eyes) event unfolding in front of him. So off he darts towards the butterfly or quietly lies down next to the caterpillar. In that moment it is just the butterfly and him; or the caterpillar and him. He savors and appreciates the moment as is.
When he’s back from school, he will appreciate the new bedcover on his bed with a OOOHHHH or a WOOOWW. No exaggeration here, but then he will actually lie down on it and feel the softness of the cover or appreciate the animals on the cover, acknowledge them and have a customary talk with them.
When he dances its like there’s no tomorrow, when he plays he’s so engrossed with his toys that he’s actually startled if he’s disturbed. Such is the determination to be enjoying the moment that no rising decibel of his mother’s voice penetrates except maybe when I say “ its walk/ park time” (children=dogs, go figure).
When he sits on the swing and is pushed into the air, higher, faster up and up away, we lose him (no, he’s still sitting on the swing) to his moment with the swing. For the next couple of minutes it’s Peanut and his swing. He’s not sitting on the swing and thinking about the next work assignment. Instead he’s taking in the sensation of going higher, giggling away to glory as his tummy does a rumble when the swing is on its downward movement. Swing time by no means is a novelty for him (more like a daily ritual), but still when he is on the swing – it gets Peanut’s undivided attention.
What I wouldn’t do to have the same from my husband – pry away that phone, that laptop, that tv 😉
I take solace in the fact that WHEN my children give ME their attention – I’m all theirs. 🙂
Each time that I miss one of nature’s little wonders because I’m too busy or too hurried, it takes me back to the poem by W.H. Davies – Leisure.
What is this life, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?-
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see when woods we pass
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see in broad daylight
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance;
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.