Once upon a time, I would read things on the Internets and ideas would spark. I would write those ideas down. They would fuel my thinking for a good long while. Sentences would become orderly and paragraphs would step into line. Comments were bopping around in my head.
But, then I’d forget that there were little minds and big minds, right inside these four walls I live in, that also needed help sparking ideas. Or playing Apples to Apples. Or painting rocks and making cereal box book reports.
And so, I’m finding myself less online and more offline. I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing, either.
I also don’t think it’s a forever thing.
It’s just “for now”.
I’ve learned that, for me, taking a media fast now and again is a really good thing. Not because the Big Bad Social Media is gonna get me, if I don’t. More because, my heart needs to feel things in relation to the other humans that I am lucky enough to spend time with and take care of.
The ice cream mustache on little one’s face needs to be kissed and the spiky hair of the older one needs to be bristled.
I’ve long known that one of my top Love Languages is physical touch. Getting heaping doses of it, around here lately, has only been further confirmation of that. God let’s me know how He’s wired me, each time I’m nuzzled in on the couch with Sweetman. Every little toe tickle I pull on Sweetgirl, is magical. Conversations linger when I’m fully present with arm around Sweetboy’s shoulders.
And, I breathe in deeply of the connections that these people I live with, my people, provide.
When I’m tuning in to them.
When I’m tuned out to the other.
It’s easier to notice glitches in the stream of conversation when you see the raised eyebrows that accompany it. You might find out that the little one has zoomed past the tickle phase and would instead like to read you a story. That she wrote. And illustrated.
And, that the older one tends to just casually drop into the big green chair that you are reading in and read his own book next to you. In solidarity.
These are the precious moments that simply can not happen when I’m plugged in to the point of needing the smart phone attached to my palm or laptop open at all times.
Yeah, I’ve been a little absent from this space, lately.
That’s okay. It just means I’ve been a little more present around my people. We’ve needed that.
I’ve needed that.
Each time I flip the laptop closed and grab an outstretched hand, or grab beans to help with a math problem, or take a bike ride with the big kid, I get the feeling that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.
Grace swoops in and saves me from myself, reminding me of all I’ve been given.
I’m grabbing hold of it all.
With both hands.
Do you take a little break from your online world now and then? What is your favorite way to plug into your own here and now?