I got this question from a quirky neighbor yesterday. And why, you might be wondering, would I ever share the fact that I’m trying to meditate with a random person I know virtually nothing about.
This, my friends, is the beauty of having children.
My kids are participating in a neighborhood swim team this summer (and I have SO much to say about this…but it will have to wait), so we were at the pool on Wednesday. They were sopping wet and all up in my armpits asking the questions of summer — “Can we have a popsicle?” “Can we have a playdate with Evan?” “Can Dillan come over?” “Can we stay at the pool and play.”
You guys. This summer is trying to kill me, and we’re only a week in.
At some point during the interrogation of Mom, I calmly said, “Guys. Enough. I’m not answering any more questions right now. Stop firing them at me.”
They kept going, so I sat down on a nearby bench and closed my eyes and internally coached myself to breathe calmly.
“Oh, Piers, we should go swim. Mom’s meditating again.”
So there ya go.
That was all it took for the dad of another swim team participant who overheard our conversation to quiz me about my “meditation practice.”
Have I ever mentioned here that I have what my family calls an “open face” that sort of screams ‘TALK TO ME?’ I’m working on that…because these days I only have enough conversation in me for my two kids and a friend here and there.
I ended up sharing with him that I was trying to meditate for thirty days.
He was mesmerized. Bless his heart.
Seriously, he seemed genuinely interested and said that he had always been too hyper to meditate. Another woman overheard us and said she was also intrigued by meditation.
I quickly explained that I was no expert and had never been able to maintain any sort of practice long enough to call myself a meditator and that this was all a big experiment.
Well that apparently seemed intriguing as well — the fact that I experimented with this sort of thing.
So now I feel as though I’ve become this random suburban neighborhood experimental meditator because every time I’m at swim practice, someone yells — “Hey, how’s that meditation stuff going?”
Since my inner introvert is in high gear these days, I kind of cringe whenever I hear those words, but I suppose I should be grateful for the added accountability. And honestly, I’ve only been asked once, but anxiety girl over here feels a bit on display. I’m adjusting to neighborhood life… he asked on a particularly maladjusted sort of day.
I’m still working towards thirty days in a row, but yesterday was somewhat of a wash. I’m trying to just go with it.
Here’s how it’s going:
I’m showing up and breathing.
This week has been slightly challenging with my kids on their first week of summer break.
It’s our first summer in a new locale AND the scene is pretty different from our old home and previous summers where we had more space and our only neighbors were college kids who didn’t give a flip if the kids used the front lawn as a urinal or changed clothes on the front porch.
Neighborhood life is a little different.
Honestly, it’s more good than bad…but it’s still an adjustment. We also have a neighborhood pool, so I’m having to navigate that, and well, there are a lot of people. Luckily, Savannah is a pretty chill place, and while people are pleasant and love to chit-chat, most pick up on social cues and recognize when a person wants her space.
The other thing is that my kids are older — eight and seven now — and they fight and get “bored” more than they used to.
I’m not sure I loathe any words much more than “I’m bored.” As a big believer in following your curiosities and exploring your surroundings to see where that leads you…I simply can not stomach hearing that my children are bored. I have to remember that a big part of this is their age and the transition from a structured school environment to open-ended days at home.
But still. Can we just stop with the boredom talk, children?! I feel as though I’ve been entertaining them in some capacity all week. Beach, library, pool, playground, playdates with the neighbors, who seem to want to take up residency in our…dining nook perhaps. That’s the other thing — 1500 square feet is feeling quite small now that three people are occupying the space all day long. Remember when I wanted a tiny house? Yeah, me neither!!!
Seriously, all in all it’s been a good week, and I feel stronger than ever that establishing a meditation practice will only make our summer that much better.
Anyone else out of school yet? How’s that going? Any tips for keeping boys engaged all summer and keeping them from taking random garage items apart?
Here are a couple of shots from last summer. I knew things were entirely too quiet while I was making dinner! See why I need to meditate?!