Follow me on Twitter: @JulieJordanScot Did you enjoyed this essay? Receive emails directly to your inbox for Free from Julie Jordan Scott via the Daily Passion Activator. One inspirational essay and poem (almost) every week day. Subscribe here now - Samuel started a new school today which begins 45 minutes after his previous school and it is literally less than three minutes from our home which means Mommy has more time for joyful creative morning rituals. It feels like this entire-at-times-horrific experience was a conspiracy to provide me more openings for my favorite things. Like a gentle a-ha prod I get it: more abundance.
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Julie Jordan Scott
A part of me wants to leap into this feeling. It wants me to cavort and skip around like a child on her first day of Summer Vacation, wide grin taking on a life of its own as it wants nothing more than to circle my head in glee.
There is a wiser part of me that says, "Take time in silence. In contemplation. In prayers of thanksgiving and acknowledgment that this is simply another step in this ongoing journey of 'Mom to Samuel'. As I write, Katherine appears to be doing an odd ritual with the broom, but in actuality it appears she is clearing away spider webs while singing to herself, "I don't like spiders," before she revises her not-liking to be the webs rather than the spiders. I cheer her on. If she wants to rid my house of any lingering webs, more power to her.
My home shows the months of stress and sadness during the difficult times of Samuel's educational process. This morning the nesting, make-it-all-pretty-and-better-than-it-has-looked-lately vibe also washed over me. I elected to sit down and write, first. To settle into these immediate moments of "I think we created a solution, time to wait and see and see and wait," are taking up residency.
My kingly scrub jay friend is eating the food I left for him on my lawn this morning. It had been several weeks since he and I spent time together so this morning when he made his presence known, my gleefulness was amplified again.
It is only 9:39 a.m. and I feel like I could go to sleep for the rest of the day right now. It reminds me of the way it felt to come home for vacations while I was in college. Relief blended with contentment and opportunity. Perhaps bathing myself in a mid-morning, almost infant schedule nap is a part of my process of re-integration into the mode of "everything is going to be just fine".
Yes, I will and Yes, it is.
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