A Relentless Whisper…

Has anyone else noticed lately how truly fleeting time is? How life is a series of short, uncatchable moments? Little firefly flashes that are so easy to miss if we aren’t watching. Like really-really watching. 

Lots of our daily moments are mundane. There’s no sugarcoating it. They’re ordinary, imperfect, and—if you live in my household—come with boatloads of grumbling and foot-dragging from little and big people alike. They aren’t exceptionally fun. They aren’t overtly magical. They’re just necessary moments of existence. 

Working. 

Cleaning. 

Keeping a household and a family afloat.

It’s undeniable that the bland moments outnumber the moments that light up our tastebuds. But, OH. When we see that sunset that paints the sky in colors we couldn’t even begin to name, or when we have that way-too-late dance party that makes our arm hairs prickle because of the electric ignited in our souls, or when we overhear our kids belly-laughing together instead of picking at one another for a change. Those are the moments that show us how truly magical all of the others are—when they exist together.

Every moment is tied to the moment before it and the moment after. A series of threads and stitches. Singularly, a moment may not be special or glitzy or worth celebrating, but even seemingly boring moments give rise to the next adventure. 

Adventure.

It’s one of my very favorite words. It’s a word I’ve learned to embrace in my adulthood, and it’s a word that I hope and pray will be tattooed on the hearts of my children. I want them to seek adventure and embrace uncomfortable things. I want them to discover that they are fueled by fresh air, just like me. I want them to learn from the world around them, and I want to be there for it. 

Changes aren’t always easy. Changes aren’t always explainable or even rational. Changes sometimes make their way into our lives as a relentless whisper. A whisper that can’t be silenced no matter how many doubts, questions, and what-ifs we can throw at it. A whisper that we hear when we’ve stuffed our ears with bits of tissue. A whisper that we still hear even when we’ve upgraded to those horrible, orange, foam ear plugs. A whisper that we STILL hear even when we’ve resorted to pulling out the big-guns: noise-cancelling headphones. 

My family already has so many good and c-o-m-f-y things going for it, but—OK whisper, you win. I hope, trust, and believe that even better things are coming. 

Ready or (completely) not! Here we come!