“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you begin to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.
Pooh, may I sidle up next to you and high-five you? Too corny? Okay, what about just a handshake?
That is exactly how it goes. Story of my life, actually. I think about Halloween in July. I buy cute spring outfits for my kids in June. I dream of Christmas bucket lists in September. Okay, August. Okay, July. And so it goes for this season-loving, flag-flying, celebration-making, planning-for-the-future heart of mine. It’s not bad, even though a Certain Man *cough * not listening * cough* will have you believe. We can be both. We can fit firmly inside our loving-right-now bodies while also letting the anticipation of Eating Honey warm our little souls. We marry one skill to the other and we let it enhance our enjoyment of all the things – the ones happening right now and the ones to come.
Like the Ekka in two weeks. Like our girl’s ballet concert in November. (I may have choked up showing her a YouTube video of last year’s ballet concert, imagining her up there on stage in lights). Like our trip to Bali at the end of the year. Like our annual pumpkin-carving party in October. Like all the Christmas things we are going to do this year. Like summer road trips and lemonade stands and late night star-gazing with my babies and home-made ice blocks.
Fellow detail-celebrating, adventure-planning, future-dreaming friends: do your cartwheels, light your sparklers, anticipate your honey. You are not escaping the mundane routines of your lives in search of shinier, glitzier things. You are dancing in the fun of dreaming of them while also offering up gratitude for the happening-right-now routines: the bedtime stories, the beach afternoons, the ballet lessons, the bills to pay. You can do both.
Anne Shirley says so.
Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne. “You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, “Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.’ But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.”
I will take my honey and I will take my moment just before as well.
And humming underneath it all, I will take my ordinary right-now days, with two children whose ages I so love, where the work of raising them has been overrun by the adventure and ease of being with them, where I get to say YES far more than I say NO, and whose babyhood is rapidly disappearing within their shadows, reminding me to embrace them fully, to stop sweating the small stuff, to reward myself for all the hard work I put in during the hard slog of the newborn-first year phase and enjoy them as completely as I can, now they are more flexible and more fun. Yes, honey, we can stay up late and toast marshmallows. Yes, let’s go on an afternoon adventure to the beach. Yes, come snuggle with me and watch movies. Yes, yes, yes.
“Today is my new favourite day.” Pooh
“And tomorrow is, too.” Rachel
I miss my camera so much – it’s still at the hospital having surgery. Just a little Friday Photo Dump to end (pretend it’s Friday) – my Small Instagram Happies (@theredtent on IG if you want to follow the feed).
So tell me, what are two of your loving-right-now things and two of your loving-for-the-future things?