Pondering
"Pondering" -- I'm not sure this is the right word. It's not really "meditating" or even "introspection." It's more like "thinking" but without results.
Now that the weather is warming a bit, I've been "pondering" how the fates brought me to this time and place. How did I managed to have two children and neither one cares what I have to say? Most of the time I'm not sure I care what I have to say. Blah. Blah. Blah. Why do I bother to remind my children to take out the garbage, do their homework, eat their vegetables, put gas in the car?
Maybe I'll save my energy today. Instead I'll ponder on how a single flower can grow through a crack in the sidewalk, or how the face of a newborn makes everyone smile (even though I think most newborns look like Yoda). I'll think about how the sound of frogs croaking tells me it's almost spring or how the smell of steaks grilling reminds me of my childhood home.
To all my fellow stressed-out parents, I wish you a moment to ponder.
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