Last night, my daughter and I were out front going for an evening “scooter ride.” My son called to me, “Mom, I’m leaving for scouts” as he leaped down the front stairs and he and Brian jumped into the car. “Wait!” I called out to them, “I’d love a hug!”
I went to the side my son and there he was – my six year old son in his Tiger Cubs uniform – complete with hat. Suddenly a wave of nostalgia, bittersweet sadness, pride, contentment, ache swept over me.
Standing before me, my son looked more like seven or eight. Seven or eight is a whole new category of “young boy” and my heart ached. I found myself in a moment of clinging, wanting to hold on to my little boy. “Dear God,” I quietly breathed to myself, “This is going too fast.” And yet, in the same breath, I knew this was feeble, impossible to cling, to stop time. And I could also see the grown man in him and all the years, all the moments, of us holding, watching, letting go, hugging, sadness, laughing, joy. A my heart was full. Full of pride and contentment.
I could’ve bowed down right there on the holy ground of the sidewalk. I knew there was an invitation in this moment – and every moment ahead of us. “Dear God,” I found myself praying, almost out loud now, “Let me make time for joy. Let me make time to really be here and notice the good.”
~ When I start to go down that path of wanting to control something – anything – like how neat his room is or how perfectly he prints, Dear God, let me choose to let go and focus on what matters most and connect with him.
~ When I start to get stressed out and the kiddos are on each other and making lots of noise, Dear God, let me choose to get grounded and soften.
~ When I start to rush and get everyone’s nervous system all revved up, Dear God, let me choose to slow down, exhale, connect and even – dare I say it?! – FUN!
~ When I get bogged down in what we have to do – whether it’s getting dinner on the table, getting out the door, getting the kiddos a bath, Dear God, let me lighten up and choose to enter into it with JOY.
Yes, that’s my prayer this fall and winter. Choose joy. Whether the kiddos are on each other in the car or we are running late, can I make it fun? Can I choose joy? Maybe not every single minute. I’m not going to put yet another pressure on me. But I feel the call, the invitation, to go throughout our day with MAKING TIME FOR JOY.
This day, this weekend, this season in your family’s life, may you MAKE TIME FOR JOY. May you see the invitation in your day to shift from stress mode to “joy mode.” May you lighten up, play, and find joy in your everyday life.
Lisa A. McCrohan
MA, LCSW-C, RYT
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