After our walk with friends in the park today, Simon and I were both ravenous. He began requesting lunch when we were still two streets away from home, and my tummy began rumbling while we were still looking at the ducks by the pond. We came in the door to our apartment, took off our shoes, and I grabbed the loaf of bread, nut butter, and jam and threw together some fast sandwiches.
As we sat together at the table, both silently eating, I felt the pull to open my laptop and check my email, update my facebook status, possibly pop over to pinterest. No sooner had I typed in my password however, than my child’s little voice questioned me: “Mumma. What you doin’?” I looked over at his gooey face and realized what a distracted parent I was being. I always tell myself how important it is to be present in every moment with him, that mindful mothering is the ideal for which I strive. Yet here I was, missing an opportunity to chat with him over lunch about our outing, or about the trucks putting down fresh tar out the window with which he is enthralled. This was valuable time, and I was missing it. The internet is low on my list of priorities in life (although the one exception might be this blog), and my child is right at the top. Yet these plugged in times we are living in, and a lifetime of bad habits makes it all too easy to slip into mindlessness and forget to live what is happening right in front of me.
I am incredibly thankful to Simon for teaching his Mumma a lesson today, for snapping her back into reality and questioning her behavior at a time when it needed to be questioned. There is a famous quote by Angela Schwindt: “While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.” Today, I am glad of that.