Sometimes I’m stuck for words. Go figure! I’m visual. Sometimes I’m not. I work from home and often have conversations with my little kiddos; two which are under school age! My desire and need to have a real adult conversation doesn’t go away. Along with my thoughts on whatever happened in the day.
I’m pretty sure that a large portion of my blog posts will likely be my thoughts about life and reflections of the conversations I have.
Today…
I’ve made a strong choice to raise my boys to know and recognize what “quality time” actually looks like. I’ll give you an example. It’s the moments we find on Instagram and tend to think are other people’s everyday life. It is! IF they dedicate their time and attention to creating memories and moments that matter. What that means is creating moments that have your undivided attention and exclude digital devices and social media. True story!!! I mean it!!!
Today I danced in the kitchen. My three-year-old boy placed his feet on mine while I showed him how to shuffle from side to side. He thought it was weird. I thought it was special. We had the radio blasting as high as it could go and the lights dimmed. He might not remember that exact moment, but he’ll remember how it made him feel.
They say that we don’t always remember what people said or did but we always remember how they made us feel.
I want all three of my sons to remember how much fun they had growing up. I want to them to think of how peaceful it was and how fun it was. I want to them to grow into immaculate men with strong roots. But I also want them to grow wide wings and fly! Should anything ever happen in life, which it always does, they have a soft place to fall.
We need to take the initiative to create moments that matter! As much as we hunt for them, we actually have to create them! It’s up to you.
Dane Halo and I hunted for this spot. Right next door was the exact place I went on my honeymoon with my amazing husband.
This archway was obviously an entrance that once led to a beachfront home. A beachfront home that no longer exists. Now it’s the opening to a rocky, noisy, beautiful beach in Tulum, Mexico. The beach is covered in seashells, seaweed and random treasures. There’s not a soul around.
Across the way is a hidden cenote with a friendly crocodile. He’s so friendly, they drew an icon of him on the map 🙂
Down the gravel road is the best oven-roasted pizza I’ve ever tasted. The walk is so serene, you’d think you were on a deserted island. The trees make an archway and the warm winds cool you down ever so slightly. When you settle in to finally eat, you realize it’s just you and the few others who discovered this nook of the world.
Those, those are memories worth creating! And I’ll never forget them!
