I wish I could transport myself to the world of Beverly Cleary where Ramona Quimby and Henry Huggins reside, where wholesomeness and classic Americana abound. I want to escape this fast-pasted era of technology for a while and just slow down like the “good ole days”. Granted, the 1950s were a few decades prior to my birth but from my understanding, life was simpler, and right now I’m craving simplicity.
The other morning I literally stopped to smell the roses. Their perfume was intoxicating. I truly enjoyed the moment and then started to cry. Not because of the roses, but because I lost my beloved mother just 8 weeks ago. Yellow roses were her favorite, though these were pink. In the world of Beverly Cleary’s stories, the neighborhoods have trees and flowers and white picket fences, and family meals. My mom grew up in this era. Life was simpler. No cellphones, no technology, no FOMO.
Family values were of utmost importance. While I place a high value on this, I think I get caught up in the daily stresses and priorities get skewed while everything and everyone vies for my attention. I’m determined to be more mindful. Mindful of what I say, what I do, where I focus my attention…and to stop and smell the roses. I think my mom would be proud.