I woke up just after 7 a.m. this morning to the sound of my kids dumping a box of Lego onto the living room floor.
Two or three years ago that noise would have catapulted me out of bed in a semi-conscious attempt at damage control that would have probably ended with me stepping on a handful of pieces of Lego – which, as we all know, were put on this earth to inflict parental puncture wounds – and then swearing as I collapsed on the couch in pain.
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I have quotes scattered around my house – stuck to the fridge door, framed on bookshelves, tucked between the pages of books. If words make me feel something, I want to remember them.
This quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson is one of my favourites. I’m happiest by the sea, with salty air against my cheeks and sand beneath my feet. This quote brings that feeling alive.
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I was flat on my back at the end of a yoga class – the very best part of any yoga class, I think we can all agree – when I first heard these questions. Such a simple concept – the kind of thing I’m always telling my kids. Speak nicely! Clean that up! Put some damn clothes on! Like so much of the great advice I dole out to my kids, though, I don’t always follow it myself.
I love this quote because it reminds me to be kind, to be helpful, to be positive. At least most of the time.
Way back when my oldest was just little, one of the very few things guaranteed to make her stop crying – and you guys, she was always crying – was to take her outside. A blast of fresh air and she was suddenly content.
I think she gets it from me.
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