The best moments in life can't be bought, in spite of what Master Card would have us believe. These are the ones that take us by happy surprise, tickle our hearts with joy, or fill us with uncommon peace and contentment. Those moments we replay in our minds to savor and revel in.
I experienced several of those moments last weekend. The place was Ohio University, the occasion was "Mom's Weekend," and the significant person in my series of special moments was my daughter, a soon to be BFA graduate.
The moments begin before I arrive when my daughter checks in with me several times by phone while I am driving to her campus. I can hear the excitement in her voice. This is the first time I have been able to attend in 4 years (we live several states away). She is thrilled that I can join in with her roommates and their mothers, and just as importantly, meet the new love in her life.
She insists that I stay with her instead of a hotel. We share a bed, something we haven't done since she was 2 years old and had the chickenpox. I wake up late Saturday morning to her smile.
I revisit college life by going with my daughter and our group of mothers/daughters to her favorite bar. I try new drinks - the "hot shot," and the "car bomb." I stay up late the first night, til 2:30 a.m., and sleep in the following morning til 11:34 (something I haven't done in at least a decade!). I attend cookouts, engage in Karaoke, dance, and play a beer drinking game called "flip the cup (to which the team of mothers made a worthy effort and saved face). My daughter and her friends remain bright-eyed and fresh-faced as the evening wears on (wish I could say the same for me, but my spirit was bright, even if my body was not!)
Certain moments stand out. Quiet time sitting on the porch talking with my daughter about her future, and her fellow; watching her dance at a house party; seeing the happiness on her face with her friends, and the poignant hugs goodbye when I left Sunday morning.
There were those moments of closeness from just being with my daughter doing ordinary things that can't be quantified or fully described, yet become imprinted upon my heart in permanent fashion. All of these moments come together to create an early Mother's Day gift. This gift of moments is destined to outlast the day itself.
I recently listened to a CD featuring a real estate investing guru, Greg Pinneo, who shares both his philosophy about how to "be" in life, as well as his content rich nuggets on some aspect of investing. In the vein of synchronicity, I listen to his take on cultivating these kinds of moments. He asserts that the real winners in life are those that can accumulate the most of these kind of moments by the time they die, not how much money they make, or how much stuff they have. I agree wholeheartedly.
A couple of things stand out in my mind that Pinneo mentions on the CD. It's hard to encourage these kinds of moments when we hang out with "assholes" instead of quality people; and it's equally hard when we run at breakneck speed, filled with stress.
How can we live our life to attract, make room for, condition ourselves to recognize and receive such moments on a more consistent basis? We know that we have to stay present, and we have to "show up." How do we translate that specifically for ourselves?
Here's a couple of examples that I can share. Both involve doing things that I don't always feel like doing. Like going to exercise when I feel tired. When I do show up, I often discover, through the camaraderie of my fellow Jazzercisers, that moment of lightness that makes me forget about my worries. Or when my husband and I venture outside after dinner for a walk, often dragging our tired butts into the imperfect weather, we find it easier during those walks to have moments of connection when we can share our day at a deeper level.
I'd love to hear what you do to create opportunities for memorable moments to enter your life. The clock is ticking and we have many more of these moments to gather.
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