Windy Day Imagination

Today was windy.  Incredibly, incredibly windy.  I’m talking about the kind of wind that Brave Irene faced.  We went out for the morning, together as a family, and I cursed the wind.  I walked with my head bowed, barreling toward my destination, never stopping to look up.  My earrings flapped in the wind, the noise echoed in my ears.  Katie’s little hand was tucked inside mine and I practically dragged her along in my effort to get out of the wind.  I couldn’t imagine anyone choosing to stay outdoors on such a windy day.

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We arrived home and after a quick dash from the car to the door, I stopped briefly by the kitchen window.  Katie was glued to my side but I realized the house was remarkably quiet.  The boys had all chosen to remain outside, despite the wind.  They howled with laughter as they chased each other around the yard.  Before too long, Joey and William were parked on the swings, straining their muscles against the force of the wind, heads tilted back, faces turned upward catching glimpses of the sun through the branches of the tree.

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And Andrew?  Well, Andrew discovered the result of a windy day.  Branches and twigs galore.  I watched as he sorted through the branches, wielding one after another, testing the feel of each one in his hand.  I watched as he swung each branch, cutting through the air, imagining himself as a knight, battling a dragon.  His face carried his expressions as he drew within, fired solely in his internal world by his roaring imagination.

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I stood and watched.  Just watched.  For moments of that windy day, I, too, was captured by Andrew’s windy day imagination.  My world stood still as I saw the windy day through his eyes.  His intentional moment was captured in his expressions, in the way the branch swung through the air, in his moment of glory when the dragon had been slayed.

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I thought about all the windy days in my life.  The days when I walk, head bowed, barreling on, too caught up in a minor annoyance to stop and see the opportunity of the day.  I want to be like Andrew.  I want to face the windy days with the attitude of promise, the joy of intention.

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Mindlessness

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.

A Journey Begins with One Intentional Step

I am always busy.

There are days where it feels like I don’t sit down from the time I get up in the morning until the time I stumble into bed at night.  I cross off checklists daily and fill them just as quickly.   And yet for someone who does so much, it often feels like I accomplish very little.  I spent the past couple of months contemplating what I had intended to do during 2016 and what I actually did, and it turns out, I strayed from my path – often, and far.  I don’t always think that’s a bad thing, but when there is no intention to it, it becomes harder to justify precious time spent on fruitless efforts.

The holiday season arrived this year with the usual set of expectations and long lists of things to do so that we would be prepared to celebrate all of the traditions we do together as a family.  But we found our plans changed in many ways with an unexpected early admittance to the hospital for my mom for a major surgery that kept her in the hospital from the day after Thanksgiving until the week before Christmas.  Unlike in the past, I didn’t want to just try and cram everything into our schedule and hope for the best.  I’ve been there and it isn’t a place I wanted to go again.  The last time we found ourselves working through a hospital stay for my mom around the holidays it led to exhaustion and an overwhelming desire to just get through the holidays and be done with it.

I missed the joy that year, but more importantly, my family felt that absence and this year I had a seven year old who needed to see that life gets in the way no matter how hard you try to plan for it, but it is how we choose to work through it that ultimately determines how we feel about it.

As I organized my thoughts and prepared to journey into the busiest time of the year with my mom almost two hours away in the hospital, a high volume of work coming up for my job, a second grader to teach daily, and a home to maintain, I experienced my first real taste of what life is like when you choose to live with intention.

It. Was. Life-Changing.

I found myself simplifying my daily to-do list and then I decided to choose only a few of the most important holiday activities, the ones that would make the most impact, and let the rest go.  Suddenly, I didn’t feel overwhelmed by all of the things we had coming up that still needed to be done.  I didn’t spend my time in the present worrying about how I was going to get everything done in the future.  I invested all of myself into those well-chosen moments and for the first time since my son was born, I enjoyed so much more because we did so much less, but we did it with intention and purpose.

I knew then that 2017 would be my year to enter into a life lived with intention, a life where I choose what I will do AND how I will do it and to move forward with a purpose beyond completed check lists and days filled with hurried, unmemorable moments.  This will be my year to begin the journey towards building up the memories that will live on as a testament to the kind of life I choose to live.  I am delighted to have you join us here at With Every Intention as we share our journeys down this intentional path!

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