The search for Beauty can consume me.
I think about the adventures I’ve been on: hiking into the middle of Yosemite with a week’s worth of food on my back, surfing for the first time on the shores of Thailand. Staring with awe at the historical magnificence of the Roman Colosseum and taking in The Tempest and the Shrew in Shakespeare’s Globe Theater. Breathing in the fresh air of the Swiss Alps and tickling my toes in cold water off the shores of La Maddalena.
I could go on, for the memories are many. Because if you’re anything like me, it’s easy to spot Beauty when we’re viewing the Big Sights and visiting the Most Beautiful Places and having the Adventure of a Lifetime.
But it’s that much harder to spot Beauty in the ordinary everyday.
My muscles have to work harder to find holiness when I haven’t slept through the night, and when my three-year-old keeps asking the same question eleven times in a row, as if I didn’t hear – and didn’t respond – the ten times before:
Can I have Cheerios? Mama, can I have Cheerios, Mama? Can I have Cheerios, Mama, please? Mama, can I have Cheerios? Can I have Cheerios, please, Mama, please?
I see why the Quiet Game was invented.
It can be hard to remember to open my eyes to seeing the Beauty that’s already around me, the Beauty who’s been present with me all along, when I’m lonely or when I’m sad, when I’m burn out and when I’m in need of a break.
But I think that’s why when I find Beauty in the most unlikely of places, when I see Beauty in my ordinary, everyday mama-life, it’s that much more breathtaking.
One of my favorite podcasts once said that there is nothing ordinary for those who know how to look for the difference between ordinary and extraordinary.
I want that Nothing Ordinary.
I want to train my eyes to see Nothing Ordinary when I’m chopping onions for dinner, dreaming about the sizzling perfection of garlic, onions and olive oil.
I want to hear Nothing Ordinary when that same son who asks for Cheerios eleven times in a row sings “Jingle Bells,” “We Wish You a Merry Christmas,” and “Mary had a Baby” in the middle of August.
And I want to feel Nothing Ordinary when my husband opens the sliding door to conversation and wraps his arms around me, refusing to let go until I believe his love for me.
Because this Nothing Ordinary is true beauty.
This Nothing Ordinary is Beauty Himself.
And this Nothing Ordinary is the beauty I yearn to find.
Is it the same for you?
The #wholemama journey continues, even though we’ll be switching things up a bit. This week’s topic is BEAUTY – so, what is beauty to you? And how, of course, do you find Beauty in the most unlikely of places?0