I’ve been doing a little experiment lately: Every time one of the children chooses to confide in me, I do my utmost best to remain all ears. This simple mindfulness test has turned out to be more challenging than I had initially anticipated, yet also more rewarding.
Our kids are at an age where they can endlessly enjoy full-on creative play. (Long may it last!) Usually, our 6-year old imagines herself a school teacher, a mother or a vet with all of the required outfit changes, appointments and diary writings. Our 4-year old, on the other hand, is currently all about construction toys.
My sister and I have independently developed the exact same morning ritual. We get up early, brew ourselves a cup of something (coffee for her; tea for me) and take it outside – rain or shine. This allows us a moment to simply be with our thoughts.
We are rapidly approaching Valentine’s Day. Or so the ruby red shop displays would have us believe. This post does not endorse the commercial hype surrounding February 14. It is simply a reminder of the honest beauty of telling our children that we love them.