As a parent I spend plenty of time with my children during the day. Not only do I have one teenager and one pre-teen, I also have a four year old who is very active and I swear the girl never stops until she is asleep. The minute I know she is sleeping is the moment I feel like I can finally breathe and fully (or as fully as a mother can) relax.
Even though my kids are always clamoring for my attention, sometimes I feel as if I never really see them. What do I mean by that? I just mean while I am putting out metaphorical fires, I sometimes forget to stop and just observe my kids with a heart full of love and gratitude.
To help me remember to be mindful of who my kids really are, every so often I spend just a couple minutes watching and observing them while they sleep. I notice their little chests move up and down, their faces so peaceful as they slumber. I breath as they breath and feel my whole body glow with a sense of gratitude. Not so much for the fact they are finally sleeping, but for their lives.