Set 5 minute timer, decide on mantra.
Breathing in, I receive what I need to give back to the world. Breathing out, I give the world what it needs to heal...
“Mom!”
“Meditating....”
“Mom!”
“Meditating.”
“Mom!!”
“Meditating!”
“Mom!”
“When I say “Meditating” that means to wait until I’m done. What’s up?”
“Gracie is eating graham cracker cookies in the playroom and she won’t share.”
“Tell her she needs to share. I’m resetting the timer and I just need 5 minutes then I’m all yours.”
Breathing in, I receive what I need to give back to the world. Breathing out, I give the world what it needs to heal...
Screams from the playroom that move to the kitchen... “I don’t want a bowl!” “You only left one in the box and they’re all in the bowl!!!”
Me “Bring me the box and the bowl! I’m taking these and you need to separate.”
“But I was working on a drawing in the playroom!”
“Bring it in here. Now I’m just going to reset the timer and I’m meditating so please just give me 5 minutes, ok?”
“Ok, Mumma!”
Breathing in, I receive what I need to give back to the world. Breathing out, I give the world what it needs to heal...
Jack hammer noises emerge from dining room table...
“What IS that?!”
“I’m making you a picture!”
“But what is that noise?!”
“You put a marker in this machine and it makes it sparkly.”
“Do you have to use that?”
“I do if you want your picture to be sparkly!”
Me, laughing maniacally and resigning myself to meditating for 5 minutes to the sweet sound of jack hammer noises.
Make it to the end of the timer.
“Here you go, Mumma!”
And, in the end, I got exactly what I needed. ❤️❤️❤️🌴🌴🌴
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