I’ve been working my way through a new book during my morning writing time called, “The Pen and the Bell: Mindful Writing in a Busy World.” This book by Brenda Miller (love her essays, which led me to this book) and Holly J. Hughes resonates with my intersecting interests of mindfulness meditation and writing. I am also realizing that I am paying much better attention to life now that I have made my practice of writing a priority.
All this led me to rediscover this brief piece I wrote five years ago for my old blog. It reminds me of the wonderful things my children teach me every day, as long as I am paying attention.
This afternoon over a lunch of hot dogs and mashed potatoes our 3-year-old son said, “Mommy, I’m putting on my sun block so I won’t get a sunburn.” “Mmm Hmm, that’s nice honey,” I responded paying more attention to my lunch than to what he was actually saying. Then he said it again. “Mommy, I’m putting on my sun block so I won’t get a sunburn.” This time I heard him because his insistent tone practically begged me to pay attention, to look his way. So I looked. He had smeared ketchup all over his face, legs, and neck – the part of him most likely to burn in the sun.
Paying attention really is important in life. If you don’t pay attention you might miss something terrible—like your son smearing ketchup all over himself. If you don’t pay attention you also might miss something wonderful—like your son smearing ketchup all over himself.
[Feature Image: Mike Mozart]
3 responses to “Paying Attention”
Reading your articles before starting a long day of courses or work is always a precious time! Thank you for your ideas, and your ability to share them with the right words. You’re inspiring, even on the other side of Atlantic’s ocean!!
Thank you for this kind note, Caroline! I appreciate you as a reader!
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