Week 22 | Slow Down


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Slow Down.  This week, I am going to show you some ways to slow down and come to a near halt -- the most beautiful place a family can be most days.  

--Shawn @P52/AA


I was just thinking the other day, that the girls have been pretty healthy so far this season.  Immunity is a pretty cool thing.  

Then Tuesday came with fever and a sleepless night.  It explained why she wanted me to lay down with her on Monday night…the night I had the hours between 8-10PM planned in the name of productivity.  But I found myself walking her back to her room; she crying to sleep in our bed.  I, both wanting to get things done and wanting to know why she seemed so sad, decided to sit with her a little in her room.  


I slowed down the thoughts in my head.  

I slowed down the running list of things I needed to get done before our fun weekend ahead.  

I slowed down and just focused on her.  

And it took me slowing down enough to let go of my planned evening

…and then, I could simply focus on Hadley.


I barely noticed the song that came from me, the one I've sung so many times, the one she loves about the sunshine and grey skies and happiness.  It sings itself, really.  And in the dark I watched her.  I could make out the darkness of her open eyes, and how that darkness disappeared when they blinked.  I noticed how looking at her chin actually helped me see her eyes better, and how if I looked right at her eyes I couldn't see them as well.  I watched them blink in greater frequency, staying closed for longer and longer until they stayed shut for a brief period, only to open again.  This happened countless times.  


I slowed down enough to remember how often we did this with Maycee.

  

How often we sat by her bed, new parents not knowing any different, helping her fall asleep in that toddler bed that was too easy to break free from, if we had given her the chance to.  

And this time, with Hadley, it felt like a treat, not a chore, to have the rare chance to help her fall asleep.  She, so comforted by her sister's presence in her room has always needed less help falling asleep.


I slowed down enough to remember my mother reading Anne of Green Gables to my sister and I in our bunk beds.  I remember her voice.  I remember watching her read, wondering if I would ever be able to read like her.  I remember never wanting the chapter to end.  

I slowed down enough to remember my dad playing "Return to Pooh Corner" on his guitar, a Kenny Loggins lullaby we learned to love so well.  



All of this while still singing to Hadley, track set to repeat by the twitch of her arm that occurred when silence replaced the melody.


I slowed down that Monday night, not knowing that her little courageous  white blood cells were beginning to wage a battle that would result in feverish flames.  Though she was in and out of sleep and may not remember, I will always have that sweet memory to call on.  To smile at.  As a reminder to slow down, to find your way back home.


Mr. Loggins did.  



Christopher Robin and I walked along

Under branches lit up by the moon

Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore

As our days disappeared all too soon

But I've wandered much further today than I should

And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood


So help me if you can

I've got to get back

To the House at Pooh Corner by one

You'd be surprised

There's so much to be done

Count all the bees in the hive

Chase all the clouds from the sky

Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh



Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do

Got a honey jar stuck on his nose

He came to me asking help and advice

From here no one knows where he goes

So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there

How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear


Help me if you can

I've got to get back

To the House at Pooh Corner by one

You'd be surprised

There's so much to be done

Count all the bees in the hive

Chase all the clouds from the sky

Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh


It's hard to explain how a few precious things

Seem to follow throughout all our lives

After all's said and done I was watching my son

Sleeping there with my bear by his side

So I tucked him in, I kissed him 

and as I was going

I swear that the old bear whispered "Boy welcome home"


Believe me if you can

I've finally come back

To the House at Pooh Corner by one

What do you know

There's so much to be done

Count all the bees in the hive

Chase all the clouds from the sky

Back to the days of Christopher Robin

Back to the ways of Christopher Robin

Back to the days of Poo

--"RETURN TO POOH CORNER" by KENNY LOGGINS



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