My four year old hopped up on my lap as I was previewing a documentary on autism for a graduate course I am teaching in the fall. The conversation went something like this:
Daughter: “What’s this about?”
Me: “Oh, it is a movie about autism.”
Daughter: “Great, I’ll watch the baptism movie with you. I know all about kids and God.”
Me: “This is about autism, not baptism.”
Daughter: “Yeah, I know. Kids and God.”
Me: Hmmm, O.K.”
Perhaps autism really is just about people and understanding the unknown. At this moment, I am pretty certain my preschooler can teach this course in my stead.
So often we limit our activities to that which falls into the realm of expected behavior. I recently found myself stuck in traffic behind an elderly couple in a convertible coupe with a walker bungeed to the back. It was a great “why not?” moment. Imagine how much happier we will be when we start doing what fills our soul regardless of the reactions or expectations of others.
Sometimes a success can be categorized by everyone getting out the door fully dressed and alive. This morning was a success.
Even though there were no sudden spills or urgent cries I found myself launched forward like a ski jumper, racing a round the house trying to prepare for the next event of the day. Then I realized I was not in a hurry. Slamming on my breaks I forced myself to stop and stand up straight, take a deep breath and remember while life can be busy, it does not always have to be executed at break neck speed. There are moments where it is critical to lean back and relax.
The Ithaca Children’s Garden celebrates International a Mud Day with mud pits, mud painting, mud pies and lots and lots of people covered in mud from head to toe. This year we we’re part of the throng. As I escorted my mud caked children to the towels waiting for us in the car, I over heard a grandparent-type say: “this place is full of people who love life”. It was then I realized that regardless of the rainy, cold weather, I had a smile planted firmly on my face. There is something so very life giving about literally connecting with the earth.
I am sitting with my grandmother who is starting Hospice care. I bury my face in her hair and kiss her cheek. She still smells as sweet as she did when I was tiny. Every so often she slides open her bright blue eyes and love shines out. I swim in her love and send it back.
I love leftovers for lunch so every week I make a huge pot of lentils, freeze them and eat them. Every week, I fill the pot a little too full of onions, carrots, garlic, coconut milk and lentils and the soupy goodness bubbles out the side and onto the floor and counter. This is my life-all good, just a lot of it bubbling over on a regular basis.
How do we learn to accept the bubbles?