I had an a-ha moment this morning. One that now I look back on it, I think, “right…of course.”
I woke up a little grouchy. First day of summer “break” and the kids are still up at 6:30am. No surprise; that’s how it is on the weekends too. I was preparing breakfast and lunches for the day thinking, “Why does everyone have to be in my personal space?!”
Then I paused in my grumpus state. I connected on the floor with my son. He asked me to sing Shel Silverstein’s “Boa Constrictor” song that we sang before bed the night before. “I’m being swallowed by a Boa Constrictor….”….”Oh no it’s up to my toe!…and I tickle his toe. “Oh fiddle he’s up to my middle”…tickle, tickle, giggle, giggle…all the way up to “Oh dread he’s up to my mphsthgbrg..” Belly laughs cascade out of his mouth, body and being.
I really got how when I take the time to “fill his cup”, my cup gets filled as well. That sweet moment reset my entire morning.
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