
There’s a lot we can learn from babies. Sure, walking, talking, and using a toilet don’t come to mind, but I’ve learned as much from Isabel as she has from me. Her most recent lesson to me was philosophical in nature: the pleasure of being truly in the moment. Last weekend we took her to the park for the first time. (First time? We’re the worst parents ever!) We put her in the baby swing, gave her a gentle push, and let her fly. The look on her face was indescribable and priceless. I can still picture it (it helps that I have this handy picture)… the wind in her hair, the smile on her lips, the look of happiness in her eyes as she soared back and forth. She wasn’t thinking about the fact that the weekend was half over, or that there were chores to do when we got home, or anything at all, really, except the supreme joy of swinging.
I’ve found myself getting stressed out over small things lately, because I feel like I can’t keep up with work, friends, chores, everything, and sometimes that keeps me from fully appreciating the fun things we do. Next time I find that happening, I’ll picture Isabel, swinging happily, and remember what she’s taught me about enjoying the moment.