A child’s gift of Being.
Almost every morning I witness how children fall into Being so easily. By Being, I am referring to a place where we feel so deeply immersed in the moment that the sense of who we are is lost. It is here that we enter the realms that are without concept, yet alive and full of life. As adults, this can escape us unless we make time for it. A paradox in and of itself because as we approach Being, even a sense of time subsides.
Nonetheless, most mornings I am predominantly governed by time and schedule. Daily life and commitments requires this. I am often trying to get my girls to school soon after 8 a.m., so that then I can get to work as well. As time begins to close in on me, my gentle encouragements become slightly more threatening. However, children are beautifully children, and sometimes neither encouragement nor threat seems to motivate them. Thankfully, some mornings, rather than frustration, I have the presence of heart to catch my daughters deep in the throbs of laughter. It is a gift to witness. Ironically, witnessing another in Being evokes much the same in us, even if for moments. Perhaps remember a time when you were witness to children playing or lovers embracing. Yes, we can feel what they experience.
Of course, as a mom with a timeline all the same, I often return within moments remembering we do really need to get to school. Though now something in me, easily and without effort, softens. My threats relax back into encouragement. We can, and often do, live between the paradox of Being and doing, seamlessly, back and forth like the waves of the ocean.
Though timeliness is very important, I hope not to deny my children the gift of timelessness sooner than needed, if ever. In the words of poet, Mary Oliver, “It is what I was born for— to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world— to instruct myself over and over again”.