Over Labor Day weekend, The Family took an amazing Sunday morning canoe picnic on a nearby lake. We woke up, picked up too many doughnuts to confess to, hauled our canoe out to the lake and indulged in 150 minutes of serenity. It was a day for the record books: sunshine, perfect weather, quiet morning fishing boat traffic, and The Family. And doughnuts. Don’t forget the (obscene quantity of) doughnuts.
Now stay with me for a minute here.
As a mother and as a human being, I try to practice mindfulness. When I am successful, I am a better worker, a better wife, a better mother, and a better person. I also try to instill this in The Kidling by commenting on the sensations we feel. I, perhaps misguidedly, focus on the positive: the smell of flowers in the air, the warmth of the sunshine, the sound of birds singing, the feel of soft lambs ear, the taste of a sun-ripened raspberry…
On this particular day, there were too many good things from which to choose. Alas, I did choose. The glorious sunshine won. Commenting aloud to Alice, I sighed, “I love the sunshine.”
I wish I could tell you that Alice returned my sigh, or nodded in agreement, or declared her own wonderment of the world in which we are blessed to live. No, this is The Kidling we are talking about here. When I made my heartfelt observation about the glory of the universe, Alice huffed and declared, “Well I love moonshine!”
The Mama has nothing to say.