Category Archives: Perfect Moment

Perfect Moment, Reed, Tessa

Gotta Hand it to Me

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I have my own personal and portable DJ. Reed loves to play music for me as we drive from activity to activity. He plugs his iPod into the car’s reverse-USB port and carefully selects songs based on factors of the moment.

On a recent trip that was just the two of us — which meant he got to sit in the front seat — he chose songs from our past. One he got done fiddling with his iPod and the music began, he did something remarkable.

He reached out for my hand.

For the rest of the 15-minute trip, our fingers were as intertwined as our voices.

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The next day, Tessa invited me to take the dog for a walk with her. “Come with me, Mama,” she said in the unguarded tone of voice I remember from her pre-teen days. And by “pre-teen” I mean “less hostile.”

We found the leash, clipped it on Dexter, and headed out the door. Before we even got around the corner, Tessa did something remarkable.

She reached out for my hand.

For the rest of the 15-minute stroll, our hands connected us and our stride synched us.

hand to hand

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Don’t forget to sign up for the Finding Zoe virtual book club by Friday. Can’t beat a good book and great discussion about it.

Perfect Moment, Reed, Show & Tell

Just the Way We Are

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Teen Girl had had a rough day, as often happens for teen girls in middle school.

moody teen girlAt dinner, each of us — Dad, Mom, and Tween Brother — did our best to help her feel better from the trials of her day, but the meal ended with Teen Girl in tears, dramatically fleeing from the table in favor of a flounce on her bed.

After awhile I went up to simply abide with her. I laid facing her with my hand on her shoulder, saying nothing but breathing oh-so-slightly visibly, audibly — a human prompt. Dad soon joined us, positioning himself as an appropriate metaphor about family always having each other’s back. Dexter, never one to be left out of a group hug, hopped up on the bed, too, tail wagging and adding in his special kind of soothing influence.

A few moments later, Tween Brother came in, shattering our efforts to calm Teen Girl with his obnoxious iPod, which we all heard coming up the stairs. I started to shush and shoo him.  Couldn’t he see we were in the Middle of Something and weren’t in the mood for blaring Bruno Mars?

Luckily I’m not super slow (only slightly slow), and in a flash it clicked that his iPod selection wasn’t random, and his presence with his iPod was anything but careless. Rather, it was full of care. Tween Brother joined our family pile and began singing to his sister in his endearing, off-key voice.

♪, ♫   Cause you’re amazing…just the way you are   ♪, ♫

Dad and I joined in the chorus, the three of us serenading Teen Girl with gusto if not with mad vocal skillz:

♪  When we see your face   ♫
♫   There’s not a thing that we would change   ♪
♪   Cause you’re amazing   ♫
♫   Just the way you are   ♪

Even our Teen Girl couldn’t stay moody through all that.

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This post is a part of #Microblog Mondays. Whazzat? A post that is between 1 word to 8 sentences long. Head over to Stirrup Queens to join the fun.

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Don’t forget to sign up for the Finding Zoe virtual book club. Can’t beat a good book and great discussion about it.

Image: “Mike” Michael L. Baird [CC-BY-2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

Perfect Moment, Reed

Perfect Moment Monday: Proud Warrior

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My yoga mat has become a sacred space, imbued with my own energy — de-frenzified for a few moments. When I roll it out and begin my practice, my body responds by breathing more deeply. My mind responds by yoking itself to my breath and my body. My spirit responds by settling in, by more fully occupying the cells of my physical body.

One morning this month, my spirit soared over the mat next to me. My son joined me at yoga class. Not just because he’s an athlete and knows that doing yoga will help him gain strength, flexibility, balance and focus. But just to be with his mama. My son got up early on a day off to hang out with me doing what I like to do.

boy in warrior 2 yoga pose

Yoga wasn’t easy for him. He struggled but didn’t quit. For the final pose, savasana (corpse pose in which all you do is relax, the yin to the rest of the practice’s yang) our hands reached out to each other, loving through our bodies and souls.

In that moment of union, all was perfection.

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A happy moment will seed ten thousand more. — Notes from the Universe.

Which explains why it’s in my interest (and yours) to notice perfect moments.

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Perfect Moment Monday is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between. On the last Monday of each month we engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world (NOTE: For an indefinite period, starting in March Perfect Moment Monday is moving to the Perfect Moment Project. Please tune in there with my friends Robin and Sue starting March 24). Everyone is welcome to join. To participate in Perfect Moment Monday:

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