Comments on: All is love http://www.adesignsovast.com/2009/11/all-is-love/ Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:00:57 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Sarah http://www.adesignsovast.com/2009/11/all-is-love/comment-page-1/#comment-294 Sarah Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:52:32 +0000 http://www.adesignsovast.com.php5-5.dfw1-2.websitetestlink.com/test/2009/11/all-is-love/#comment-294 Being present. <br />I think we all have to cut ourselves a tiny bit of slack, while still remembering the big picture. As moms it is nearly impossible to live your days, even on entire day, being completely present. If I did that Lindsey, I swear I would forget to pick my kids up from school, or about the doctor's appointment at 3:30 or the soy milk that needs getting at the store.<br /><br />So what is the larger question? For me? Balancing all that I have to do, all the balls in the air, all the internal reminders I have to set, with being present in the moments when we know we'll miss something profound if we don't slow down. So. If that's the case, then how do we know when there is a moment that needs more attention that any other? Like Gracie and the squirrel story. If she hadn't responded to you that day, you would not experience such a profound awakening in that moment...on the chair...in the living room. Maybe it would have happened tomorrow. Or next Thursday. And why did it happen? Why did she take that moment not only to notice that you interrupted, but to call you on it? To find the words to tell you that it hurt? <br /><br />So many questions. <br />So many choices we have.<br /><br />It is why I am writing. <br />Motherhood is daunting.<br />We learn as much from our children about how to behave as they learn from us. We are a gift to one another.<br /><br />Big, big sigh right now. Being present.
I think we all have to cut ourselves a tiny bit of slack, while still remembering the big picture. As moms it is nearly impossible to live your days, even on entire day, being completely present. If I did that Lindsey, I swear I would forget to pick my kids up from school, or about the doctor's appointment at 3:30 or the soy milk that needs getting at the store.

So what is the larger question? For me? Balancing all that I have to do, all the balls in the air, all the internal reminders I have to set, with being present in the moments when we know we'll miss something profound if we don't slow down. So. If that's the case, then how do we know when there is a moment that needs more attention that any other? Like Gracie and the squirrel story. If she hadn't responded to you that day, you would not experience such a profound awakening in that moment…on the chair…in the living room. Maybe it would have happened tomorrow. Or next Thursday. And why did it happen? Why did she take that moment not only to notice that you interrupted, but to call you on it? To find the words to tell you that it hurt?

So many questions.
So many choices we have.

It is why I am writing.
Motherhood is daunting.
We learn as much from our children about how to behave as they learn from us. We are a gift to one another.

Big, big sigh right now.

]]> By: Aidan Donnelley Rowley http://www.adesignsovast.com/2009/11/all-is-love/comment-page-1/#comment-287 Aidan Donnelley Rowley Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:21:19 +0000 http://www.adesignsovast.com.php5-5.dfw1-2.websitetestlink.com/test/2009/11/all-is-love/#comment-287 What a beautiful post and quiet reminder to try to soak up the present moment. It is so hard though because the present moment is clouded by our looming past and our impending future. Memories and dreams too often take center stage.<br /><br />Personally, I am very interested in the connection between blogging and reverence for the present moment. I can't figure out whether we bloggers - by trying to memorialize the tiny details - are bowing to the present moment too often missed OR whether by documenting every existential twist and turn, we are missing it even more. I have been thinking about this a lot lately, namely whether the mere act of blogging is taking me away - physically and psychological - from my life.<br /><br />Future posts are percolating! What a beautiful post and quiet reminder to try to soak up the present moment. It is so hard though because the present moment is clouded by our looming past and our impending future. Memories and dreams too often take center stage.

Personally, I am very interested in the connection between blogging and reverence for the present moment. I can't figure out whether we bloggers – by trying to memorialize the tiny details – are bowing to the present moment too often missed OR whether by documenting every existential twist and turn, we are missing it even more. I have been thinking about this a lot lately, namely whether the mere act of blogging is taking me away – physically and psychological – from my life.

Future posts are percolating!

]]> By: BigLittleWolf http://www.adesignsovast.com/2009/11/all-is-love/comment-page-1/#comment-286 BigLittleWolf Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:15:30 +0000 http://www.adesignsovast.com.php5-5.dfw1-2.websitetestlink.com/test/2009/11/all-is-love/#comment-286 So beautiful, Lindsey. Our kids remind us of what's important. At every age. Even as teens.<br /><br />Cherish those moments when they are so open, and so affectionate.<br /><br />It's something I miss terribly, as mine grow more independent daily, even knowing that it is the natural order of things.<br /><br />Just a beautiful read. Present. Yes. So beautiful, Lindsey. Our kids remind us of what's important. At every age. Even as teens.

Cherish those moments when they are so open, and so affectionate.

It's something I miss terribly, as mine grow more independent daily, even knowing that it is the natural order of things.

Just a beautiful read. Present. Yes.

]]> By: Heather of the EO http://www.adesignsovast.com/2009/11/all-is-love/comment-page-1/#comment-285 Heather of the EO Sat, 21 Nov 2009 13:37:51 +0000 http://www.adesignsovast.com.php5-5.dfw1-2.websitetestlink.com/test/2009/11/all-is-love/#comment-285 I can't even begin to describe how much trouble I have being present. It's hard work for a busy brain like mine. I'm working on it too, and working on forgiving myself for being the way I am. I believe it will get better, but I still struggle with being patient with myself, with MY growing up. I don't want to fail these kiddos...I don't want to finally arrive at that peaceful place of consistent presence and then look up and see they've graduated. <br /><br />Probably the single most difficult part of mothering for me. This was a beautiful post. Looking at life this way DOES keep you present, more present anyway, and your kids will learn that you saw the beauty in the small things and they will know you loved the beauty of their small things and so one day, I think that means, that they will think you were present. Even if you didn't always feel like you were. <br /><br />I'll stop rambling now. I can't even begin to describe how much trouble I have being present. It's hard work for a busy brain like mine. I'm working on it too, and working on forgiving myself for being the way I am. I believe it will get better, but I still struggle with being patient with myself, with MY growing up. I don't want to fail these kiddos…I don't want to finally arrive at that peaceful place of consistent presence and then look up and see they've graduated.

Probably the single most difficult part of mothering for me. This was a beautiful post. Looking at life this way DOES keep you present, more present anyway, and your kids will learn that you saw the beauty in the small things and they will know you loved the beauty of their small things and so one day, I think that means, that they will think you were present. Even if you didn't always feel like you were.

I'll stop rambling now.

]]> By: Kristen http://www.adesignsovast.com/2009/11/all-is-love/comment-page-1/#comment-284 Kristen Sat, 21 Nov 2009 13:05:13 +0000 http://www.adesignsovast.com.php5-5.dfw1-2.websitetestlink.com/test/2009/11/all-is-love/#comment-284 I was just putting Tiny Baby down for his morning nap when he snuggled into my neck. I was overcome with joy, vibrating with love for this little creature - and then I congratulated myself on being present in that moment.<br /><br />And then I wondered - if I spend so much time *thinking* about being present when I feel like I'm present, am I really ever being present? (Hope that makes sense.)<br /><br />I came out from his bedroom, sat down at the computer, and found your post there helping me to continue thinking about this challenge.<br /><br />Thanks for furthering the conversation. I was just putting Tiny Baby down for his morning nap when he snuggled into my neck. I was overcome with joy, vibrating with love for this little creature – and then I congratulated myself on being present in that moment.

And then I wondered – if I spend so much time *thinking* about being present when I feel like I'm present, am I really ever being present? (Hope that makes sense.)

I came out from his bedroom, sat down at the computer, and found your post there helping me to continue thinking about this challenge.

Thanks for furthering the conversation.

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