We’ve had a quiet beginning back into daily life after the Christmas season. At Mass Sunday the priest mentioned that it was the First Sunday of Ordinary Time. “Ordinary Time” sounds delicious to me.
We have melted into our daily routine. With the help of a new resolution or two of mine, I have felt so much calmer and in control of my days. I am loving the quiet during the day, I am appreciating the routine that I’ve established to help me get all my housekeeping done, and I’m soaking up the play time and sweetness of my new 3 year old.
Patrick brings me a stack of books and plops them down in my lap, or takes my hand and sits me down in a chair, so I can watch him shoot hoops. He looks to make sure my eyes are watching him. Undivided attention is what he is looking for. Hard to come by for #5 I guess, but I love the chance to give it to him…I look at his little legs jumping, and can almost see them growing longer. I try to squint my eyes and remember when the older ones were 3 and as much as I’d like it to, it doesn’t come back to me. This age is so precious, but gone too fast.
I feel like a hibernating bear, safe and warm inside my home, puttering about, only going out for food and a quick pick-up from the older kid’s basketball practice or sewing lessons. It is much easier to shut out the hustle and bustle and noise of the world in the snowy months I think. And if there is anything to love about winter, it’s that, for sure.