Yesterday, as I wandered over to Will's soccer game, I heard Clara shout, "Lets goooooooo Juuuuuune!" and she sped down a hill. Then June squealed, "Lets have some fuuuuuuun!" John raced after them so fast his little legs could't keep up and he tumbled into the field.
I marvel at that kid spirit and joy. I must confess, however, that the same spirit can bowl me over in other ways. Dinnertime, getting everyone to settle down is maddening. Then it is a rare moment that only one child is talking. More often, it's all four at once. And spirit takes on a whole new meaning when everyone fights.
As with all parenting, it's a continual balancing act. I am not super skilled at keeping a lid on enthusiasm. The energy shows up in photographs where the kids look so happy, but the blur exposes a touch of insanity. Sometimes it does feel like that spirit is consistent with love and sharing, but other times, it seems counter to all awareness and consideration.
I guess my goal is to cultivate thoughtful joy, and to work on that myself. And then just to embrace those "running down a hill" moments when there is nothing to do but admire.
John is growing so fast!
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