This space is all about seeking
the moments that cause
'excited chills' and creating a life
that's simple, authentic and beautiful.
This word was an easy choice because it allows me to share one of my all-time favorite books. The Gift of an Ordinary Day by Katrina Kenison. I’ve posted about my love of this book before and am happy for the chance to revisit it again.
I found this book to be incredible. I first read it about 4 years ago and have re-read it at least six or seven times. In this season of my life, this book a treasure.
We seem to learn early on that ordinary is less than ideal. We should strive for extraordinary!
Ordinary often translates as mundane or plain or repetitive, especially with regards to motherhood. When our children are small, the days seem identical, boring and exhausting. We long for something extraordinary to shake things up.
Yet, now...when my house is full of teenagers, I realize that the ordinary is actually wonderful.
The ordinary days are indeed a gift.
It’s as if my kids’ childhoods are freight trains gaining speed. They are each zooming towards the final destination...adulthood. I honestly want to tip a large tree onto the track and bring things to a screeching halt.
Except, I don't really. I want them to keep growing and changing and maturing and reaching. I know that they are moving at just the right speed and I need to simply hang on.
Embracing the ordinary, every day.
As I look back on my early years of motherhood, I can see now that it’s not the fancy days that I miss. I don’t really miss the vacations or special occasions. No, if I could relive just one week...it would be a week of ordinary days.
Days spent in the thick of it with my three small children needing me every waking minute.
Days where I perform the same tasks over and over and over again.
I miss the regular stuff. I often see young moms in restrooms with their littles. Patiently or impatiently waiting, listening to their toddler's tales, instructing about not touching the germy surfaces and then aiding in the important work of hand-washing. It’s those moments I miss.
I’d honestly love one more chance to help my children stretch on tiptoes to reach the running water and make sure to rinse off all of the suds. Funny, I never thought I’d miss that simple act of love.
The ordinary days are where life is really lived.
I vow to not take these present, ordinary days for granted.
I know, all too soon, I will miss them.
Simply 50- refining life for the next decade.
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Have an amazing day!