I was kneeling next to the couch yesterday, reaching for Sonya Lee, who had somehow managed to escape the Little People Amusement Park, when I felt a tiny body grab my neck.
It was Teyla, my one-year-old daughter. She shrieked in laughter at my obvious surprise. She pushed herself flat against my back and bounced on the balls of her chubby feet. It was piggy back time.
I stood up, grabbed the squirming baby and took off around the room, delighting in the joy of my daughter. I wasn’t aware of the toys strewn hither and yon (much) or the piles of laundry in the next room. I was living in the moment,
I wish I did that more often.
Instead, I tend to live distracted.
It might be physical distraction – I Twitter as I eat lunch, I make dinner as I play Uno. Or it might be mental distraction – I write blog posts as I drive Natalie to school and think about the book I’m reading as I play Legos with Connor.
Whatever it is, it prevents me from living in the present. I take for granted this moment and blow past it to whatever I deem more important.
Teyla counters that tendency in me. She pulls me out of the reverie and into the now.
She needs me. I'm her Mom, her provider, her best friend and her most-faithful steed.
But sometimes, I think, I need her more.
Kelly also blogs at Love Well.