Here.

"Can you tell me once more, Mommy?" 

 "Yes," I reply:

" 'There.'  It's a place.

  There, where, here are all places."

Places in life.  

But sometimes I can be here, and not be.

I can be here, but not hear.

 

This year, 2012, the word I choose to focus on is one word,

but two spellings,

two meanings,

but one.

I want to hear.  Hear not only the voices of my children, but what they are saying.  

Hear the words of my husband,

but what he's really thinking,

what he really needs and wants for our life.

Hear the whisperings in my heart:

my goals and dreams that scrape away from the rest of the stuff,

and try to follow the ones that line up with the ones God wants.

Hear the heartbeat of our home, 

and try to do my part...

here.

Right where I am.

  To really be here.

  To push away the things that take my concentration

and distract

from those who are most important in my life.

 

So that I don't look away

to something that doesn't really matter.

And then miss out

on the best part...

that is here.

I want to be here,

to hear,

to be awake.

Linking up to:

The Gypsy Mama.com: Five-minute-Friday: Awake

(the letter "h")

(to participate, link up you "word of the year" on Monday, January 16th).

Wearethatfamily.com

Raising Homemakers: Homemaking-link-up