I stepped into the quiet living room and looked out the window to see Neil holding Ezra in the Bjorn and Asher walking a few steps behind. They are coming home from the park. I could have given a quick glance and then busily done a few more things like wipe down the kitchen counter or put my clothes away from the suitcase that has been sitting on the floor now for three days. But I didn’t, I watched. Asher walked behind Neil and then moved into a sporty run; arms bent and moving like a sloppy runner, but nonetheless a runner. I hear Asher’s voice in my head, ‘I’m so sporty!’ Asher gets to the curb with a bouncy jump, and I can see Neil’s lips moving and an out stretched arm cautioning Asher to wait and safely cross the street. He waits and then they all three cross. Asher’s arms are crossed. His 3 year old self asserting his independence. I smile. Asher does that with me, too, but it looks so comical from afar. They are out of sight now and a few moments later I hear a burst of exuberant words coming inside the house, “Hi, Mom!, Hi!” My heart melts to the sound of Asher’s voice and his excitement to see me. Those ordinary movements I observed and those ordinary words I heard became not so ordinary because I chose to watch, to observe, to delight. I feel so much joy as a parent when I choose to live in the now, when I choose to delight in the ordinary.
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