Grab the Good: Get lost in the moment just like a kid

Molly Logan Anderson

Flying through the house like a speeding bullet, I woke each of my daughters and tried to start their engines. Amidst moans and whines, they slowly emerged from the comfy confines of their squishy bedding, begrudgingly placing one foot on the floor after another. I started showers. They issued complaints.

Once the girls were moving on their own accord, I focused my attention on the boy, always the last one I wake; with hopes he’ll get the magical sleep he needs to complete his exhausting transition from his quiet and calm Montessori kindergarten to the savage halls of his public school first-grade experience. The little dude is tired, to say the least.

He was up already — a good thing. I brought clean, folded laundry with me when I entered, so I quickly picked an outfit he’d like, to ease us along the routine. We hugged, chatted, and I asked him to get dressed. When I left to complete another pressing morning task, I assumed he’d make progress on his own.

When I returned, he stood near his bookcase, playing with a Star Wars figurine. He was in full sound-effects mode, oblivious to the world around him. Oh, and he had started to get undressed. His pants were around his ankles, and even though he shuffled around as part of whatever Star Wars scene he was reenacting, it never once occurred to him to kick them away, or cover his naked bottom half.

At least once every day, I urge my kids to live in the moment. They’re always asking questions like, “What’s next?” or “Can I have ice cream tomorrow?” or, in the middle of a birthday party with ponies and cotton candy, “When we get home, can I make cookies by myself?” As a former kid who was a little too preoccupied with the future, I simply request that they enjoy what they are experiencing right now. Seeing my youngest lose himself in his imagination meant that he was doing what I’d asked, regardless of when I wanted him to do it.

I often wonder if my children absorb half of what I say, but after a little while of watching my son live in his pants-free moment, I’m sure that they do. Next time you’re rushing and fretting about what lies ahead — school, sports, college, retirement — go ahead and live like a kid. I’m not suggesting that you play with your pants down (unless that works for you!) I’m just advising you to live in the moment.

Molly Logan Anderson is a writer, wife and mom of three who lives in the Chicago suburbs. Intent on finding good in every day through her website, she hopes to help others do the same. Visit her there to receive her humorous and heartwarming take on life via your inbox. Good family, good advice, good causes and good humor - Molly is writing about it all.