Years ago I wrote about not understanding what people meant when they called their children their greatest teachers. And then I wrote about suddenly getting what that means. I wrote about that on Karen’s beautiful blog. And Grace and Whit are still teaching me things, over and over again. Most recently, the lesson was about the difference between saying no and saying yes.
I read Shonda Rhimes’ Year of Yes: How to Dance It Out, Stand In the Sun and Be Your Own Person at the end of last year and it made me think. A lot. I fretted: was I just saying no to things too much? I talked about this reaction, and this question, with Grace and Whit. Maybe I needed to start saying yes to social engagements more, to going out? What did they think? Was I saying no too much?
They looked at me in abject horror. I stared back, surprised by their reaction. “What?”
“No.” Grace said firmly, shaking her head.
“Mummy,” Whit interjected. “You aren’t saying no to things. Don’t think of it like that. You’re saying yes to us.”
And once again, I was reminded of that when I stared into these two faces. Grace, olive skin, brown eyed, her features angular and lean and those of a young woman now, and Whit, blue eyed, fair, blond. I looked at their two cleft chins, just like mine, the planes of their faces as familiar as my own.
I’m saying yes to them. Yes, I am. And to writing, and reading, and sleeping, and the things I’ve chosen as my priorities. But most of all, I’m saying yes to them. To Grace and Whit.
What are you saying yes to, these days, this new year?
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