A Quiet Life

Dear Nestlings,

We are in the midst of May. Some call it Maycember around here, and truly, there is a lot going on. . . and yet, I’m feeling something different this time around.

Earlier this week I was sitting at baseball practice. It was warm, which is odd for spring baseball in Idaho, but I was sitting in the sun, reading a book and existing pretty much in a stereotypical small town baseball field reality. Around me were games and practices and families. The light was slanted sideways, giving everything a golden glow.

The entire scene was a breath of calmness in the storm of Maycember.

There’s a lot going on in this world, it’s true. And I’m not one for ignoring it, or failing to play our parts, but I wonder if—when we’re oh so worried, and oh so caught up in the troubles around us—we forget the simple joys of living a simple life.

Because yes, there’s a simplicity in living in Pocatello, in living in the quiet life of a family, in doing the everyday things every day that people like to sneer at or belittle. But the truth is, all that work and care we do around the world is to build a world where we can sit at baseball fields in the golden sun and watch two-year-olds throw baseballs to their older brothers.

It’s an easy thing to forget, at least for me. But I guess what I’m thinking today, is that in all your doing and becoming, don’t forget to live the simple life in the here and now. We did all the work of winter to get here. We don’t want to let it go to waste.

Love,

Mom

P.S. Also, here is a slightly creepy song about a quiet life. . . I can never decide if I like it or not.