Jump. Without fear of what lies ahead. The adrenaline rush far outweighs any danger lurking just out of sight.
This is what motherhood has taught me. Not to live carelessly with reckless abandon but to embrace opportunity and find joy in the small moments of this crazy ride called life. Happy is an adjective that describes all of our children, but there is one among us who greets each day with an overabundance of enthusiasm.
A new package of cheesesticks, a piece of cardboard that makes his scooter sound like a motorcycle, a favorite shirt clean and still warm from the dryer…these are the little bonuses that put great joy in his heart.
He jumps into each day and lives moment by moment. There is very little that deters him.
So this year I’ve taken a page from his playbook and I’ve jumped, headfirst into that over-sized dream. Ignoring {most of the time} that voice in my head that says I’m not good enough.
So go on. Jump.
“On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for pure love of the written word. For joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker.
We love to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. For five minutes flat.”
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Excellent writing.
Thank you so much. I appreciate you taking the time to read my post and comment. Have a great weekend!
Beautiful! Wonderful, isn’t it, how we can learn to jump again through the gift of our kids. So glad I stopped by!
Yes, seeing the world through their eyes is such a gift. Thanks for stopping by. I hope you have a great weekend.
Oh love this and love that ~he lives his life, moment to moment. I so need that in my life!
Thank you. Yes, he’s taught me a lot about living in the moment.