During the craziest of daily life, the craziest of the sometimes scary world we live in, a moment of good – big or small – can ground you. It can ground your mind, setting you mentally back to “how wonderful life truly is”. It can also bring you back to a sense of well being…that your purpose in this world is to love and love every minute you are given.
After a “discouraging” to say the least last week battling with what I’m calling the “terrible two’s”, the little things have refocused me. Temper tantrums, whale cries, crocodile tears, fish flops on the floor were totally forgotten after last night’s quiet time with my Crew. My baby’s head on my chest and kisses on my lips was all I needed. Pulling over multiple times this morning to “pee pee”, with no performance I might add, after my tardiness grew and grew, my patience dwindled and dwindled, my drive to work ended in a smile. A smile because somewhere in between the fuss, a true conversation with my toddler occurred. As we were talking about going to school and getting to see all of his friends, Crew began to list all of them, by name. My mouth dropped…he totally understood me, totally answered me, TOTALLY unrehearsed.
And after getting to work, late to my Rotary meeting, busy emails, voicemails, deadlines, I was in a full dash to make my 10 am meeting. It was an interview with a heart transplant patient. Not knowing the significance of my upcoming encounter and with intentions to hurry, get the story, get the photo, do my best, get back to work and get back to those deadlines..one hour later I was still sitting with my interviewee, both of us in tears, celebrating life.
The world is still a good place, there are still good people. Every minute matters, the good ones, the bad ones. Every minute should be cherished.