little legs not long enough to reach the ground from their big person seats. i remember so clearly that feeling of swinging my feet back and forth, back and forth. back and forth when i was the young child with feet not touching the ground. not just the feeling of my feet moving but that emotions that came with the swinging – it evokes a certain freedom in me. a slight boredom, a what shall i do next?
it is nice sometimes to remember those sweet moments of being a child as i watch my own children have them. when i am quiet and observing there is so much richness to remember and revisit.
the sun was out and the morning was gorgeous. i sat on the deck bench knitting and watching the kids enjoy a snack with their gramps.
i try to let these content moments sink right deep into my memory, in my mind and my body, so that i can pull them up later to help ground me or lift my mood. another day, when the weather is no good and my temper is short i will call on my muscles to take me back to this mornings peace and happiness. or i will sit up on a high stool and swing my feet to and fro and forget all my grown up busyness.