I have surely posted more of these "just showing up" kind of posts more than I would have liked this month. I haven't quite made nablopomo into the writing challenge that I initially wanted to create it to be. There have been several days where I have just clicked "publish post" in the nick of time or where I haven't had enough energy to develop something more flavorful than a simple thought or recap. Oh my...today is another one of those days! We have these sometimes. These days where heads bump and strong wills tug at each other for space. I guess that is expected when you live under the same roof and hang out with one another day in and day out. I think it also has something to do with one mama and two babes being quite tired and "off". I always try to keep this in mind...the post-holiday-fun days where everyone seems to be scrounging to find a sequenced rhythm again. It feels like we can't hear the beat we normally live to...and each person is trying passionately to recover their drummer. Today was one of those days where I realize more and more the importance of honoring that need for rhythm in the lives of these children...and how sometimes it is good to say no thanks. Too much is...well...too much. I have a good perspective today. A stretched thin, worn out, tired perspective...but it is clear, and it is good. And it is always so nice when playing make believe turns the entire day up and shining. Like when your toddler refuses to listen to any words coming out of your mouth. Things like, "will you please eat your dinner?" or "please don't put the dog in the recycle bin"...but will do whatever you ask of him when he pretends to be a dog named Bubba. Make believe really is magic. I am off to continue that kind of magic with my feet propped up, a mug of hot chai cupped between my hands, some deep, mindful breaths, "Miss Potter" in my DVD player, and, perhaps if I'm lucky...an empathetic husband rubbing my feet.