We were lying in the hammock, my two littles and myself, trying not to fall off. I said, “look at that big tree. It’s so tall and proud. It loves being a tree. It doesn’t need to be anything but a tree.”
Emile said, “but it can be someone’s home! Or something to play on!” Tis the human condition to create and transform, and we have come a long way because of it.
I said, “you’re right! A tree can provide shelter and make paper and houses, but it’s just as happy being a tree.” If we can balance this urge to have more, be more and do more with stillness, awe and appreciation for being alive, perhaps we will know greater contentment.
I know it’s simple; but on this particularly sunny Sunday morning with two sweet babes snuggled under each arm, a run under my belt, a forsythia bush exploding yellow in the foreground, a lake sparkling in the background, and tall, happy trees surrounding us; the understanding was complete and profound.
The tree is just a tree, and I am just a human. I don’t need to be anything else, except for who I am right now.
I don’t need to be a flawless mother, but I do need to be a loving mother.
I don’t need to be a famous writer, but I do need to write.
I don’t need my tea business to take over the herbal tea world like Starbucks has taken over the coffee world, but I do need to create and sell tea.
I don’t need to have a popular blog, but I do need to blog.
I don’t need to have a “perfect” body, but I do need to exercise.
I don’t need to have a spotless house, but I do need to have a home.
I don’t need a vast circle of friends, but I do need a few really great ones.
I don’t need to meet anyone’s expectations, but I do need to listen to my heart.
Edit: This doesn’t mean I won’t continue to dream big, only that I am happy where I am today.