There is nothing I love more than listening to my kids when they don’t know I’m listening. I don’t mean eaves dropping on them in a creepy, sneaky way, I mean just listening to them enjoying the moment.
Last weekend (yes, I started writing this last week and am only just finishing it now) I decided to tackle my pile of beloved Real Living and House & Garden magazines (and by tackle, I mean, re-read them and tear out the pages that inspire me before sending them off to my mum). I was sitting on the lounge, glass of champagne nearby, when my youngest asked if she could print off some song lyrics. This isn’t out of the ordinary. She loves to sing and is constantly printing out new lyrics to learn. She usually she practices in her bedroom, with the door closed because she doesn’t like to sing in front of anyone (except for the occasional performance behind closed doors for her dad or I) but this time was different. I heard her wander through the house and a few minutes later, her sweet voice filled the air singing ‘Hallelujah’. I sat quietly, listening to her, soaking up the moment, before I realised she wasn’t in her bedroom with the door closed, she was in the backyard. I wandered to the kitchen and watched from the window as she sat on the trampoline, losing herself in song, not caring who could hear her.
It was one of those occasions when you remember what it was like to be a kid and not have a care in the world. How amazing it is to just lose yourself in the moment.
So, this weekend I’m going to find something that I can lose myself in. Perhaps pretend I’m a kid and not have a care in the world!
Until next time …
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