In the silence of the night, when my child is asleep.
I question the actions of my day.
Did I speed through the tasks?
Did I show up present?
Did he notice I was on my phone?
How can I be better?
How can I be more like him?
Curious about life.
Curious about all the new words, sounds and imagery.
Patient to try new things and experience the next adventure.
How can I be more like my child, my best teacher.
We play both the role of teacher and student.
I teach him how to grow safely in this world of chaos.
He teaches me how to just Be again.
We need each other.
We all need each other.
One cannot do this dance alone.
Let our children teach us how to Love again without prejudice and judgment.
Without worthiness based upon followers and likes.
Let their sacred routines of play, eating and napping inspire us to do the same.
As we try to teach them to share, let us deepen that practice within ourselves as well.
Where have I been a hypocrite to my teachings for my own child?
How can I be better tomorrow?
There will be laughs and tantrums but all are equally beautiful, as we continue to learn and unlearn from each other.
I forgive myself for any mistakes today and know the morning sun will shine and us to will rise.
Then the night will fall and us too, to our beds.
I will reflect, always, how the same love in me, is the same love in him.
As we both teach each other how to be human again.