Our family had a good Christmas. We ate too much; stayed up too long; made a mess; went to church; made cookies; saw family and friends and generally had a normal Christmas. It was glorious! I rode home in the back seat of our car with my son yesterday and he put his head on my shoulder and whispered, "Merry Christmas" with a sigh. It was the best gift ever to hear- that contented sigh.
I cherish contented sighs. I long to hear them. I want to create them, though I know I cannot. I do everything I can so that my kids will have a contented sigh. We all do if we think of it. A contented sigh means that all their needs are meet, physically and emotionally. The sigh means that they are met so abundantly, that satisfaction is putting them in a relaxed happy place. This is a place free of pain or worries. A thought that all is right with the world right now.
I just wish I could hit the pause button on that moment and others like them. I don't think I am the only one that does not hear contented sighs from those around me or makes them myself. Why is that? Why do I not sigh contentedly more often? I have many things in which to be grateful, but do I sit back and contemplate them and recognize when I am contented, satisfied, or happy?
No, I don't. Usually I am thinking about the next thing I need to think about or worry about. Worrying never produced one contented sigh.
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