Last Wednesday was the one year anniversary of my sitting. Why? Silvia turned 1.
For 365 days I’ve sat while Silvia nursed, while she read books, while she learned to eat solids, while she poured imaginary tea in my cup, while she bathed and while she nursed some more. All the while, I sat. I didn’t attend meetings in fancy board rooms. I didn’t recite scripts in front of TV cameras. I didn’t even meet friends or colleagues for coffee or lunch. I sat, in my PJs, my yoga pants (whether I made it to yoga that day or not), my cotton dresses and stretchy skirts, my jeans and turtle neck sweaters, and, on occasion, in real grown up clothes as I anticipated a few hours away once she was finally tucked in for the night.
For 525,000 minutes, I sat. In the process of sitting, though, my mind woke up and my heart took a walk down a road I never imagined existed.
Now I’m starting year two of all of this sitting. Won’t it be interesting to see what unfolds this time?!