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Joy: From the Ground Up

Living in A Moment January 11, 2014

I’m not complaining. I want to be clear about that. But I’m not going to lie. While I am overwhelmed with joy for the major life change my people have embarked upon, it kind of frightens me a little. All right, I’ll be honest. It frightens me a lot.

ChallengeI knew it would happen eventually, but I didn’t expect it to happen this fast. Mom and dad have thrown caution to the wind. Forget the baby books. Put aside the message boards. Just as I knew would happen, Carter is writing a book of his own. And I can’t say my people seem to happy with the outcome.

When mom was pregnant, dad used to joke that he wished she could give birth to a toddler. Though it would be physically impossible, it seemed appealing then to be able to fast forward through the “tough” newborn stuff and get right to the talking, walking trouble that comes with little people who are about two people years old. That way at least they can tell us what they need, he said.

Meanwhile, any and every caring friend and family member concurs. Much of the advice and suggestions align with each other, but one has stood out to me. This too shall pass, but cherish these moments. He will only be little like this for a short time. They grow up so fast.

If dogs could talk I would echo these words. It hasn’t been easy, but as American hockey coach Herb Brooks suggested moments of challenge represent opportunities for success. “Great moments are born from great opportunities,” he said. Because let’s face it. Fast forward is no way to live.

 

21 Responses to “Living in A Moment”

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  3. Lyn Says:

    Poor Wiley, you look so worried watching little Carter cry.

    • I do worry. Each and every time. It’s a piercing sound…so it’s hard not to worry. The same goes for my people, so I’m trying to focus my energy on that instead.
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  4. utesmile Says:

    You do need to make hte most of this stage as in 6 months he has well grown out of his clothes now and time flies , we can always see it in our children. Even if it is tough and sleep is needed, cherish the moments even the crying ones. Each moment is only there once.

    • You’re right about time flying, dear friend. Tomorrow will be two weeks already from the fated night when the sleep stopped and the baby came. It went by in a blink.
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  5. They’re gonna miss this when Carter is gone to kindergarten. Thank goodness you will never grow up, Wiles.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

    • I didn’t think of it that way, dear Cupcake. You’re right though – I will never grow up…I’m a kid at heart forever. 🙂 High paw to us, dear pal!
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  6. Nikitaland Says:

    We all want to get to the “Good Stuff” fast, but if we do, we’ll miss out on all the important little things that happen in the middle. Enjoy each and every day. Document them, cherish them, and watch your world flourish right in front of you. Sure, some days will be tougher than others, but guess what, tomorrow is another day. Another day to smile. Another day for joy. Cherish them always, and never skip over the small stuff that matters the most!

    • I think you’re absolutely right. I think about “the middle” all the time. This is unusual for me to be focused on the possibility of fast forward rather than pausing to enjoy the present that is the present. Well said, dear friend.
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  7. These ARE the good old days. Enjoy them. 🙂

  8. huntmode Says:

    Ahem. Ahem, Wyles. Maybe ahoy, as well… Joy in the moment is all very well, but anybody who has spent time with a crying infant will not blather on about joy in the moment. Okay, maybe they will. You will NOT get that from me, Wyles. I spent a memorable 4-6 hours babysitting my nephew. For maybe 20 minutes he was all the joy a baby is – cooing, gurgling, waving his little arms, smiling and then… and then… he began to cry and he did not stop for the eternity of one evening. I tried everything – a new bottle, fresh diaper change, walking and walking for 600 miles, songs, E V E R Y T H I N G. His mother and father got home and I gratefully put the screaming little bundle of joy in her arms and said, “Call me when he can talk.” So, I will say the unsayable, Wyles. You recognize joy because you’ve been to hell and back…. Love HuntMode

  9. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    This, too, shall pass.


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