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Hello, Ordinary Day“Life finds its balance. Children grow up. Second chances come along. In the meantime, I could choose to savor this moment. What good would it do to allow annoyance to interfere with gratitude?”
― Katrina Kenison, The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir

Right now, I’ve got a sleeping babe on me, who keeps transitioning between half smiles and deep breaths as we’re snuggled up into the corner of my room together. After a long night of nursing and crying, crying and nursing, he’s found his happy place. Though I should relish the quite peace we’ve entered, my brain swirls thoughts of lists and need-to’s and my mothering heart wanders to the rest of the family wondering if I’m enough. But I’m realizing that the pace of my own life has taken on a completely different tempo than it used to have, one that’s slow and deliberate, and the more I try to go by someone else’s pace, the more scattered and chaotic I feel. So today, I’m going to meander into the beauty of the ordinary day, with my newborn curled into the curve of my neck and my older littles vying for attention and settling in for book readings and extra kisses. I’ll be aware of the gift of this ordinary day as I wander into my office and check off a project as my own family rhythm allows. I’ll savor the beauty of rocking almost eight pounds of snuggled up trust in my arms (can you believe he’s gained almost two pounds!) before he’s grown. Hello, ordinary day, let me be aware of the treasure that you are, let me be grateful for you.