prac·tice (pr k t s)v. prac·ticed, prac·tic·ing, prac·tic·es 1. To do or perform habitually or customarily; make a habit of: practices courtesy in social situations. 2. To do or perform (something) repeatedly in order to acquire or polish a skill: practice a dance step. 3. To work at. 4. To carry out in action; observe |
some days there is no need to practice…gratitude…it’s just there.
i took this a couple of weeks ago one night after a day filled with pleasant adventures…ending ever so peacefully.
…then there are days like today!
i woke-up, dealt with the racket of figuring out how to fix the washer (only to find out we’ve got another week till the repair guy can come out…BLAST!) got four girls ready…forgot we did not eat, grabbed some muffins and juice…lost keys…found keys…was late dropping off the kids at school…now two girls in tow…confirmed ireland and reagan are in gymnastics…ran to the store to grab supplies for kindergarten art class… rushed to the Y…rowed…then walked with a sweet friend…ran to artco to get the stuff to fix ireland’s dragon egg necklace (um..yeah it is totally a real dragon egg!)…got to the car, realized it was the wrong stuff… returned the wrong stuff, got the right stuff…realized i forgot after school snack, ireland’s climbing harness, and reagan’s jazz shoes…jet home, discover that typhoon has eaten all but one of the batch of muffins i baked for the after school snack…prepared a new snack…zipped in to get my foot x-rayed…flew into the school to teach art to ireland’s kindergarten class(with paisley painting on…well, everything and everyone’s art…and silver crying the entire time…23 kids…alcohol ink snowflakes, i am sure you can imagine.)…tried to leave, lost keys…found keys, quickly changed all girls in the car…dropped off reagan at jazz…dropped off ireland at climbing…picked up reagan from jazz…made lot’s of phone calls for doctor’s appointments…picked up ireland from climbing…all the while singing songs to occupy paisley and frequently nursing silver…oh, and the loading, unloading, and reloading..and loading again…FINALLY…home!…ate dinner…showered my little ducklings…went to bed…(not really it’s 10 pm, and i still here paisley and reagan sneaking into each other’s rooms)
practice gratitude today? um…when…i was like go. go. go. go. go…breath…
my gratitude practice is as follows…
i am grateful to have a phone, washer and dryer in our house…grateful for how incredible unique each one of my sweet girls are in style, attitude and personal expression…grateful that both girls have teachers who love them regardless if they are late…grateful i made muffins last night…grateful that i found a good gymnastics gym with quality coaching…grateful that we have stores on every corner that make it easy to get the basic things we need with such ease…grateful that the Y finally brought in rowing machines…grateful for connection with a safe friend who shares and listens with encouragement and without judgement…grateful for ireland, our nature girl…for her imagination, her creativity, and her spirit of adventure…grateful that they know me so well at artco…grateful that we live in short driving distance to all of our activities…grateful for typhoon, my loyal companion and his old age antics…grateful for local grocery stores that carry healthy options…grateful for insurance…grateful that ireland’s teacher understands the spirit of community and welcomes me to teach art in the classroom even with two additional kids in tow…grateful that those kids (ireland included) are happy to see me and enthusiastic about learning…grateful for keys…um…i’m actually still pretty resentful toward my keys, i lose them everyday!…grateful my kids are motivated to do sports…grateful for my iphone…grateful that reagan has a fun and safe place to express her creativity through dance…grateful that ireland has found her peaceful place with climbing…grateful that paisley loves to share her sweet singing voice with me and everyday else around with such conviction…grateful that little silver eats so well, sleeps so well and rolls with our circus…grateful for plant based meal replacement bars, i ate 3 today…SO grateful for the vanagon (it’s quite possibly the smartest investment ever!)…grateful for our duel head shower (it’s huge)…and truly grateful (though cliche) for our home…one that it is filled with wild energy, sweet laughter, love and belonging.
wink…and good night.