When I got home from the gym yesterday morning it was still dark. (Yes, I said gym. No, it’s not a resolution.) I shut the door to the bedroom where Wigeon was snuggled in bed with Mr. Mallard, and started puttering about my day. After fifteen minutes or so, the door to the bedroom popped open and Wigeon came out to greet me. She was still tired and wanted mommy, but I needed a shower. I put her back in bed with my husband, which she protested, but I promised to give her “holdy-hugs” after I showered. Once clean, I got fully dressed and slipped back into bed beside her. She said something cheery, put her hands around my neck and fell back asleep.
I stayed in bed next to her for an hour thinking. Well, dozing and thinking. It’s rare for me to climb back into bed in the morning. More than rare. There is always something that needs to be done and if I’m up I want to get going, but lying in bed next to my almost four-year-old was wonderful. It was precisely what I wanted to be doing with my time. And to make things even better, it gave me a chance to talk to my husband over the sleeping form of our littlest.
I have been thinking about time. (Again.) Recently, I read Ben Hewitt’s blog. The whole thing. It’s been thought provoking and it’s made me think about money a bit. I have some differing views than he does, but one thing I do like that Ben writes frequently is that time is not money; it’s life. I like thinking about time that way, not that I make money during my days as a stay-at-home mom, but there is something powerful in acknowledging that how we spend our time is how we spend our lives. But here’s something new for me: I listened to a podcast of an interview with a life-coach who said she recommends that clients identify a feeling that they would like to have in their lives (contentment, peace, grattitude, etc.,) identify an activity that gives them that feeling and do it at least once a week. I think that’s why I felt so good about climbing back into bed with my not-so-little baby yesterday. Not only was it how I wanted to spend my time that morning, it gave me some of the feelings I want in my life: contentment and love.
I’m hoping to ask myself this more often: Does the way you spend your time align itself with the feelings you’d like to experience?