I found this old post over on Standing Over Running Water and thought it was so relevant to the idea of being intentional that I thought it was worth sharing.
It’s happening again. Although this time I didn’t misplace something, unless you can misplace your thoughts. I’d like to think these are random events; the effects of being a busy mommy, rushing through the day, but I’m afraid it’s a little more than that. It’s mindlessness again.
When will I learn to be conscious of each sweet moment?
You think I’m exaggerating? Fine, I’ll confess my mindlessness. First instance that comes to mind was my shower the other day. I was almost finished washing up when I thought to myself, ‘gee, I don’t remember my soap smelling this way.’ I sniffed it again. It sure smelled familiar. Right. That would be because it was my shampoo. Yep, I washed my body with my shampoo. Well, maybe it was just a moment.
Fast forward a few hours. I was in the kitchen searching for the one cup measuring cup. It was getting a little frustrating. I knew Joseph and I had just used it very recently and I’m pretty sure I washed it. Where could it be? Maybe I put it away? Nope, there’s an empty box in its place in the cupboard. Strange. Oh my. I threw the cup away and put the trash in the cupboard. Is that normal?
Tonight I was making pasta, multi-tasking as women are so wont to do. I was stirring spaghetti sauce, talking on the phone, playing Bert to Joseph’s Mary Poppins, trying to console a fussy toddler. Did I put salt in the pasta? I’m pretty sure I did. I’m racking my brain, frantically trying to replay my actions. I just can’t remember.
It’s not forgetfulness. I promise. I have an excellent memory (believe me, it’s excellent…I can recite every single line of Mary Poppins…after all, sometimes I’m called upon to play Bert, sometimes I’m Mary, sometimes I’m Jane or Michael…I have to know my lines or it really slows down my little mimic).
So what is this syndrome I have? It’s mindlessness. Pure and simple. Somehow I manage to get things done, but half the time I can’t remember what all I’ve done. Again, just like before, I’m looking at my children but not really seeing them. I’m hearing my husband but not really listening. How can I possibly pass so mindlessly through my days?
We’re only given so much time here on Earth. Only so much time to soak in all the details. Only so much time to notice each passing moment. Our children grow so fast. Our lives move so quickly.
I hope you’ll take a moment today to really stop and savor the moment. And don’t choose an extraordinary moment. Choose one of the ordinary moments…the moment when your toddler puts his hands up and says, “Mommy Time”; the moment when your preschooler says, “Watch this Mommy”; the moment when your husband kisses you as he walks in the door…because that’s what makes our lives so incredibly rich and these moments won’t last forever.