Occasionally I get discouraged because I don’t think we are living out our days the way I would like. I picture reading books on blankets under the clouds and leisurely walks watering the garden and baking bread together. So I started thinking about what kind of day I do want to have. As I put together a picture of it I realized that we DO have the type of days I want to have. I’m just envisioning the edited, Instagram-filtered version of it and what I get is a blurry shot with an old camera.
See I envision reading aloud outside laying together on a blanket, pausing occasionally to eat grapes and look for shapes in the clouds. That’s not what happens. No one wants to read outside for one thing. Outside the boys want to run and fight with sticks. We read inside on the couch when I’m feeding the baby and I have to tell people not to jump on the couch and not to cry when we’re not reading their book first. Expectation killed the reality. (Of course we also have times of reading where my boys snuggle up against me and it almost kills me with perfect.)