Yikes. There is nary a spare minute these days with an active two-year old, a house, a garden and a career. I don't know how I do it. Somedays I don't manage to do much. I try to concentrate with all my might on the present (oh, Eckhart you!) and to ask myself constantly 'If this were your last day...'. When I feel impatient or stretched, especially with Nahanni, I ask myself if I will regret the way I have reacted. It is a study in being present in the now.
I find very little time to write, which is frustrating on many levels, but I am trying to find room. It is a busy schedule at best. But our garden grows and reminds me that to everything there is a season. When she wakes in the middle of the night and I am groggy and tired, I try to think of all the people who later say 'I wish I would have just lain with her' and I do. I apologize when I am short and love her to the ends of the earth.
Except when she's whining.
But I guess that's the twos.
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